- Unbottling -
A bottle, closed and tight,
Filled with words I cannot fight.
It shakes and rattles in my chest,
Holding things I can't confess.
I can't spill, I can't pour,
I'm afraid of what's inside me more.
So I stay sealed, tight and cold,
A bottle of things left untold.
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Unbottling
PoetryIt's like I've opened a bottle of nonsense, and now everything's spilling out. I don't know how to explain it, how to make sense of it all. Nothing fits, nothing connects. It's just a mess, and I don't know where to start or how to make you understa...
