I've told you a hundred times.
Get your regrets off the ground and read them.
Now, bottoms up;
I hope it doesn't make you cry.
But if it does, let it drip.
After a while, it'll dip.
Once that's over, the endless tussles with the events in your head
can now be flushed down and taken to the dump.
And a sigh of relief will be felt all over.
Through your body, from your head to your heart.
That's dust disembarking from a region severely scarred.
- Author: Isaiah Castillo ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2024 14:50
- Category: Unclassified
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