Put your troubles into something else.
Don't use that razor blade again.
Or the blunt scalpel you keep.
Or even that bent kitchen knife.
Put your troubles into something else.
Leave the eyeliner on the shelf.
Leave the rubbers in the box.
Leave the earrings on the stand.
Put your troubles into something else.
How about the doodles you draw.
Or the stories that flow from your pen.
Even the paintings done at dawn.
Put your troubles into something else.
Maybe, even, me. I won't look at them.
I will gently untangle every one.
Trim them until they are all gone.
Put your troubles into something else.
Not a sealed chest.
Not a closed box.
Not a corked bottle.
Put your troubles into something else.
Let your mind be free.
Let your heart be free.
Let me be free.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Put your troubles into something else.
Don't use that razor blade again.
Or the blunt scalpel you keep.
Or even that bent kitchen knife.
Put your troubles into something else.
Leave the eyeliner on the shelf.
Leave the rubbers in the box.
Leave the earrings on the stand.
Put your troubles into something else.
How about the doodles you draw.
Or the stories that flow from your pen.
Even the paintings done at dawn.
Put your troubles into something else.
Maybe, even, me. I won't look at them.
I will gently untangle every one.
Trim them until they are all gone.
Put your troubles into something else.
Not a sealed chest.
Not a closed box.
Not a corked bottle.
Put your troubles into something else.
Let your mind be free.
Let your heart be free.
Let me be free.
Just some thoughts about someone all collated here.
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