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Fixing It
scotch tape, duct tape, rubber cement
i'm trying to patch up the hole that's been rent
safety pins, buttons, needles and thread
you couldn't be fixed, you stubbornly said
paint, dye, scrubber and soap
You cannot make me give up hope
Nuts, bolts, nails and hammer
Can’t you see your flaws enamor?
staples, screws, twine and glue
I don’t want to make you new
Saw, wrench, caulking, and wood
I just want to make it good.
Through being the friend i'm trying to be,
The person who stays fixed
is me
Untitled
Fleeting feelings
set sail
across a sea of forgetfulness
distraction billowing
cranial canvas
as the superfluous stern
parts uncertain waters
only the anchor
glows red
wishing some sailer
had dropped it
to the bottom of the
ocean
wondering...
Why didn't they weight?
scotch tape, duct tape, rubber cement
i'm trying to patch up the hole that's been rent
safety pins, buttons, needles and thread
you couldn't be fixed, you stubbornly said
paint, dye, scrubber and soap
You cannot make me give up hope
Nuts, bolts, nails and hammer
Can’t you see your flaws enamor?
staples, screws, twine and glue
I don’t want to make you new
Saw, wrench, caulking, and wood
I just want to make it good.
Through being the friend i'm trying to be,
The person who stays fixed
is me
Untitled
Fleeting feelings
set sail
across a sea of forgetfulness
distraction billowing
cranial canvas
as the superfluous stern
parts uncertain waters
only the anchor
glows red
wishing some sailer
had dropped it
to the bottom of the
ocean
wondering...
Why didn't they weight?