I wanted to ask you what all this was about,
but it was all I could do to keep my foot out of my mouth.
So I ended up struggling with the knots in my chest
and just let the silence take care of the rest.
I can't say I'm proud that I let the chance go,
but since I didn't take the plunge, at least I'm not cold.
I always end up with my foot in my mouth. Even if I don't say anything- actions speak louder than words and all that. It would be funnier if it wasn't me.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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