over the years,
i've come to realize that people are like puddles.
we are constantly changing
and impossibly shallow.
we care for someone for a day,
but disappear when there's nothing else for them to give us.
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Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
seventy-seven
over the years,
i've come to realize that people are like puddles.
we are constantly changing
and impossibly shallow.
we care for someone for a day,
but disappear when there's nothing else for them to give us.