Things That Don't Quite Fit
Why can't it always be like that?
Like wearing a hat?
Sorry that made no sense
I got something in my lense.
I'm writing those lines
Just checking the new vines.
See how that goes?
Like looking at your toes.
It's just floating out of your soul
Until you feel the hole.
It's dark and black
Do you mind, Mister Jack?
I'm saying goodbye
After I said hi.
-2014
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My Own Little Collection
شِعرThis is going to be a collection of my own written poems. There are going to be English and German ones. - first published on my Goodreads profile (https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/371962-my-own-little-collection) These are my own poems, so...
