It's a special day
when black coffee and cigarettes are enough to get by,
when numb terrors of inadequacy subside;
when the flaws you wanted so desperately to hide
become new things you calmly confide;
when worries cease your paralysis of mind,
a day when your heart feels open wide;
and, for once, when you said, "I'm alright,"
I could tell you really mean it.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
It's a special day
when black coffee and cigarettes are enough to get by,
when numb terrors of inadequacy subside;
when the flaws you wanted so desperately to hide
become new things you calmly confide;
when worries cease your paralysis of mind,
a day when your heart feels open wide;
and, for once, when you said, "I'm alright,"
I could tell you really mean it.
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