Breakups plastered on 28 lines
as if stickers on a masterpiece.
The us, we tend to hide,
takes hours to manifest like
planting seeds in the ground
with almost a sense of certainty of the outcome &
how good it'll be.
Stop trying to control
the uncontrollable,
the unknown trouble
that will be thrown your way on the daily.
The wake-up call
you'll endure
will be no different than standing
in front of a person with a gun
saying "Here bullet, a dreamer,"
that gun would be none other than
their mouth &
the bullet would be their words
with no other intent than for distractions.
What do you want?
What do you hope to achieve in this matter?
They say stricks &
stones may hurt my bones, but
words will not harm me, but
if those words are made out of
concrete cement &
once they make an impact
upon your already fragile body
do you really still think
you could sing
do you think you'd be able to keep your spirits high?
While feeling that pain?
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