I'm an abandoned
Arts and crafts project
Formed by trial and failure
Scissors traced my skin
Cutting me to form
A beautiful tragedy
Glue clung to me
Hopelessly overflowed
Staining instead of helping
So ink was spilled
Over the stains
To cover the jagged marks
Made by inexperience
With shaking hands
And a scattered brain
New to arts and crafts
I've been cut by scissors
Stained by glue
And drowned in ink
Becoming nothing
Made of almost everything
Then abandoned
For a new craft
With more promising hope
An arts and craft project
Formed by mistakes
Covering mistakes
Just a long forgotten
Arts and crafts project
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
