it's no coincidence dad autocorrects to sad
or that family autocorrects to dysfunctional nights
spent over-thinking spat out words
that were meant to sting
but not to stay embedded in minds that
just like the ocean
slam against the shorelines of our emotions
pushing us so far out
we have no idea what our words mean
only that we'll regret them
when the sun rises
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
it's no coincidence dad autocorrects to sad
or that family autocorrects to dysfunctional nights
spent over-thinking spat out words
that were meant to sting
but not to stay embedded in minds that
just like the ocean
slam against the shorelines of our emotions
pushing us so far out
we have no idea what our words mean
only that we'll regret them
when the sun rises
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