teach me
step in to teach me these new ways
of feeling great and spending days,
doing things i never did;
is it time to blow the lid?
forced upon me but complain
i just can't, because the rain
seems to stop whenever i
smile and speak the truth; no lie.
broken, thrown; all to blame.
awkwardness has such a name
that when fed to mouths so dry,
they get watered by a cry.
to anticipate this leave,
and with it gladly retrieve
my ability to shine
without stepping out of line;
temptation...
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