Aug 31
You take me for granted.
I can tell every day.
It’s not that I’m complaining.
It feels normal in every way.
I sometimes feel alone.
But then you come around.
And remind me of my humanness
A surprise not so profound
I can tell every day.
It’s not that I’m complaining.
It feels normal in every way.
I sometimes feel alone.
But then you come around.
And remind me of my humanness
A surprise not so profound
08/31/24 – I really need to stop whining. I call these last few poems “The Depressive Series”. All due respect to mr. lars von trier, or however you spell it. I’ll cut it out - 😊. “Sorry about that chief”
