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Typo Part 1
My life is just a typo
A blotch of ink on paper
A pool of broken promises
To write longer letters later
I try so hard to pretend
That I will call more often
I’ll pray for and care about
Those people who keep me up and running
My life is a potted plant
I never remembered to feed
Then one day it just perked up
But decayed away and left a seed
Of hate and fire and mistakes
Unresolved problems and heartbreak
My life is just a rose
With thorns and bugs and dirt
But when you clear all that away
You see the flower without the hurt
You see the heart without the pain
You see the sky without the rain
And I am back together again
A typo in an endless chain
Of poetry to heal an illness
Of regret and handmade loneliness
My life is just a typo
A blotch of ink on paper
A pool of broken promises
To write longer letters later
I try so hard to pretend
That I will call more often
I’ll pray for and care about
Those people who keep me up and running
My life is a potted plant
I never remembered to feed
Then one day it just perked up
But decayed away and left a seed
Of hate and fire and mistakes
Unresolved problems and heartbreak
My life is just a rose
With thorns and bugs and dirt
But when you clear all that away
You see the flower without the hurt
You see the heart without the pain
You see the sky without the rain
And I am back together again
A typo in an endless chain
Of poetry to heal an illness
Of regret and handmade loneliness