i see a delicate untuned ivory piano
a few black keys are loose and wobble
they sway a bit when you press down
all of the scribbles on my book pages
in between the lines, around the corners
always in pencil, and sometimes in pen
and the chicken noodle soup left alone
it's still warm, but maybe not enough
but somehow still makes me feel better
the fair rides that have been shut down
but only after they had just been put up
were they too much fun or not enough?
and i am all of these things, just a bit
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meaning:
there's a lot of good things in this world that are messed up, worn out, broken, etc. but they're still good, and I should see myself the same way.
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Puppy Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about some of my experiences and feelings. They're all pretty quick reads, I hope you enjoy! Ive added trigger warnings where I see fit, let me know if you think something needs a warning but doesn't have one; There's a...
