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Confessions
I have a confession to make.
I don’t really know what I’m doing.
The flair in me,
it seems, had died
long before you came crashing
through my proud shell
still struggling to understand
that now I reap what I sow;
That now the world spun a bit
Too
Fast
For me.
I’m fine.
It’s hard, though
when you eye me lovingly
like I still were the treasure
that you were looking for.
Only if.
I have a confession to make.
I don’t really know what I’m doing.
The flair in me,
it seems, had died
long before you came crashing
through my proud shell
still struggling to understand
that now I reap what I sow;
That now the world spun a bit
Too
Fast
For me.
I’m fine.
It’s hard, though
when you eye me lovingly
like I still were the treasure
that you were looking for.
Only if.
I have a confession to make.
Published 3rd Oct 2017
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