I always said
That being too happy
Made me uncomfortable.
Don't worry about me,
Because I'm perfectly
Comfortable now.
I'm perfectly fine.
Like sinking into an old couch
From a past home,
I am familiar
With the origins of it's decay.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.
