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It's been one of those days When the leaves fall from trees The birds sing out of key Flowers shoot up crooked And I lay in my bed Slightly discontented Chipping away at every imperfect cell Slightly angry No sound's close enough to tell Slightly furious Until the fireplace resembles my Hell On these days, the clock arrives seconds too early Everyone's schedule tightens until dark The air is moist enough to burrow under my skin Words just painful enough to leave a mark Wednesday feels like a Thursday And we're all standing still A little too long With no apparent will You feel the need to sit and right But that takes far too long Instead of enduring minutes of awful You chose a lifetime of wrong Wrong as betting on the second-best horse Wrong as the eggshell-shaded wedding dress Wrong as crying at your pet firefly's funeral Wrong as the next house's over address Perhaps if you lie in the sand Let the nuisances wash over you The rhythms will start to make sense Greens forming shades of blue Oh, take care not to drown We only hold so much air If you get lost on your way down You're only halfway there
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
Imperfect World
It's been one of those days When the leaves fall from trees The birds sing out of key Flowers shoot up crooked And I lay in my bed Slightly discontented Chipping away at every imperfect cell Slightly angry No sound's close enough to tell Slightly furious Until the fireplace resembles my Hell On these days, the clock arrives seconds too early Everyone's schedule tightens until dark The air is moist enough to burrow under my skin Words just painful enough to leave a mark Wednesday feels like a Thursday And we're all standing still A little too long With no apparent will You feel the need to sit and right But that takes far too long Instead of enduring minutes of awful You chose a lifetime of wrong Wrong as betting on the second-best horse Wrong as the eggshell-shaded wedding dress Wrong as crying at your pet firefly's funeral Wrong as the next house's over address Perhaps if you lie in the sand Let the nuisances wash over you The rhythms will start to make sense Greens forming shades of blue Oh, take care not to drown We only hold so much air If you get lost on your way down You're only halfway there
I'm feeling pretty good nowadays
#imperfect
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TotallyHappy91
17/Transmasculine
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
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