We’re all little wrecks Waiting for the day Someone notices and snaps a photograph Vintage and beautiful
I’m a flight risk Waiting for the day Someone notices and helps me tumble down Broken, dysfunctional
This is how it happened Everything was wonderful Then everything went crazy
This is how it happened You were perfect wonderful then Everything went everywhere
Thinking back to the days When we were The lovely reckless
I went to the library and wrote several book titles that caught my eye. Boredom led me to attempt a poem incorporating some of these, and this is the somewhat disordered result?