Ramblings (and Rocket Science)

It's a dance I've forgotten the steps to An equation, a misplaced formula A melody with lost lyrics Forgiving myself is as easy As putting my hand on a hot skillet Loving myself might as well be Rocket science ------------ Bitter are the memories That marr my skin In unwanted scars And paint my prose In purple flowers Give me an IV Of rain-soaked November nights Or dry heat against my skin And fresh earth between my toes Or the feeling of a hand On my shoulder

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