It's not rare for me to fall on my face,
I love flare pants but I often end up face to face with the ground,
Clumsiness has its way of pulling my legs out from underneath me,
Maybe it's not clumsiness after all,
Maybe I just enjoy the sliver of adrenaline I get,
When the physical pain temporarily blinds me,
It's quite strange,
Strange indeed
- flare pants
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Words of Silence | Poetry / Rants
PoetryJust my thoughts Be aware of trigger warnings Waiting for the end, Are you? - so am I