One mistake marks a person
who may be
of grand or little importance
It's all amiss to fate.
retracing lines on palms
That tell their future
lives lost to choices made
I wish
I want
I can't
I won't
All the words
that lead every eye
In your direction
Fingers point too
Your small cracks
heaven knows
You need an intervention
but no one ever
Thinks to ask
Chest tight,
Worn clothes,
Promises all broken
Every lie that's been spoken
Passes from me to you.
One mistake
One grave move
Shakes the soul from the body.
People like us tend to be
Built so shoddy
It's the marks that make us cave.