Heart pounding
Eye lurking
Teeth shining
But skin weaving.
Papier-mâché
Birthday bouquet
Delicious buffet
But life's a cliché.
Got up to fight
Went to make things right
Fall again I might
And I'm sure this is my plight.
Why?
When all there is, is to cry
To stare at the big blue sky
Wave and not get a goodbye.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
