Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Clean morning, messy poetry

I'll never be your forever, love
The girl in pastel pink
With shoes that run
And stockings I can't lace up
This race was doomed from the start

A fox in the brooding coop
I've never been one for order
You've never been one for doubt
So keep your head up
You messed up
But this won't be the final time

There is something here for everyone
Something hidden behind every line
Walk a mile and aim high, dear
Only nature can stop you know

When you fight for rainbows
And live in this rainstorm
Only deep breaths can keep you dry

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