I wish I had always been good
I wish these hands could have been kept clean
I wish this smile had never faded away so many times
I wish I looked further ahead than the next step, if that
The road I stumbled down, track my jealousy through, let my hand sneak in pockets that weren’t mine
Danger was a frequent sign of the mistakes I’ve made
Some faces I see have a rainbow like radiance
I believe I will be able to forget the trouble I’ve caused
Out of me I will reflect a beauty that will say the storm in over for this man too
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About Woe
- TowardNormalcy
- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.
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