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Forgive Me for Living
I sometimes forget to swallow my words,
to stomp on my foot,
and to croak like a bird.
Apologies tumble off my tongue,
begging for forgiveness,
though I deserve none.
My silly mind had forgotten its tune,
the melodic melancholy,
a violent croon.
Stagnant steps falter and break,
as my tongue becomes tied,
my throat beginning to ache.
Over eager tears race,
My face overshadowed,
With a horrid disgrace.
Ringing resonates in my head,
The air light,
My eyes puffy and red.
Reasons for my actions fall short,
The excuses lingering,
But deciding to abort.
You casually reach out,
Asking “are you okay?”
I apologize for the display.
to stomp on my foot,
and to croak like a bird.
Apologies tumble off my tongue,
begging for forgiveness,
though I deserve none.
My silly mind had forgotten its tune,
the melodic melancholy,
a violent croon.
Stagnant steps falter and break,
as my tongue becomes tied,
my throat beginning to ache.
Over eager tears race,
My face overshadowed,
With a horrid disgrace.
Ringing resonates in my head,
The air light,
My eyes puffy and red.
Reasons for my actions fall short,
The excuses lingering,
But deciding to abort.
You casually reach out,
Asking “are you okay?”
I apologize for the display.
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