Not my accomplishments
Because flaws are so much more real
And honest
You can't fake flaws
The clouds hang heavy above me filled with snow
The air is chill against my skin
But light and crisp
My wrist aches with regret
My heart is filled with joy
Such polar opposites
But I have it down to a science
My words have come so freely lately
I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse
Writing poems outside on the street
Cigarette hanging from the side of my lips
Writing poems while you fall asleep and I trace the curve of your body
Why can't everything be as simple as these one liners?
Written: Nov. 16th 2010.
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