Sunday, September 21, 2014

Sometimes You Stand and Think

Sometimes you stand and think
about the parts
you’d had
and now you lack
and wish that you could get them back.

Sometimes you sink
into the bad
and cannot find the good.

Sometimes your heart’s
as thick and dumb as wood.

Sometimes you wish
you had the time
to touch.

Sometimes you wish
you wouldn’t rhyme
so much.


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