I pull them from my pocket
I'm sure this is not how they were left
In the short time since breakfast,
their wires have become a mess
I tug and tug,
which just makes matters worse
only with logic, patience and care
can these wires be coerced
At first a ball of irrationality,
a blemish on your day
Just a little bit of love
can help it go away
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
I pull them from my pocket
I'm sure this is not how they were left
In the short time since breakfast,
their wires have become a mess
I tug and tug,
which just makes matters worse
only with logic, patience and care
can these wires be coerced
At first a ball of irrationality,
a blemish on your day
Just a little bit of love
can help it go away
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