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Problems and promises

Run    
Keep me from your cotton skies,      
fill my mouth with autumn,      
hide silent in the forest      
the twig is about to break      
      
Wait      
Let the oars float away,      
stay still within your seat,      
tremble fingers on deep water,      
anger slips beneath our lake.      
     
I'm sorry      
Bind my hands too tight,      
make my fists unfold.      
Foundation on a bruise,      
sunglasses for your lies.      
     
I'm so sorry      
Paper mache us our masks,      
stretched thin on blue balloons,      
we'll dress in Sunday best,      
and forgive me my abuse.      
     
Help me      
Find the bars and fix them to my cage,      
rage in every open bottle.      
I am and I will always be so      
let my feet find broken glass,      
on every step I fail to take,      
drench my shirt in stale pain,      
but let my hollows fill again.      
     
I promise      
This time, I will change.      
Come here.
Written by Razzerleaf
Published | Edited 28th Sep 2021
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