I only met him yesterday
My friend was prepared
Nervousness caged me
While I danced in the rain
Unordinary and gentle
We talked for hours to come
Whispers of mistakes of society, we are
No apologies
But realize
Those were his
Real eyes
Yet no real lies
Grammar and music freak, I guess
Laughing and shocked
We spoke.
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.