Then. It is over.
You're done
and you're dusted
years you can't get back
you trusted, they rusted.
The dance of patient pieces
biding time and growing older
when life slips from your grasp
if you want the good stuff
you must be bolder. (3/4)
When you show the outside world who you really are, and then spend a ridiculous amount of time worrying that they've seen who you are and have found you lacking.
The rain is raining all around
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Poets: Ever written a poem that can be described in no other way except as mortifying? It makes my skin feel crawly, and I'm not sure I can share it.
Be honest. How old are the spices in your spice cupboard. My daughter just used some paprika from the 90s. She said, if we die, at least we die together. 🤣🤣🤣
There Is No You
Don't lose me
don't let me fall
down the well
of my own mistakes
and circumstances
I could never have foretold
and some I could.
Sieve
as a Safety Net. (1/3)
Only
there is no safety
there is no net
and the holes
are larger
than I was led to believe
and I am falling through
drowning.
But You,
Please
catch me, hold me
don't lose me
don't let me fall. (2/3)






