Our can't


our can’t is wont to louden buzz

of chanting words

that hug so awkwardly

infused with feeling every breath

dispersed more wanton, less with care

finding in time way back, to heart

chaining, dragging down, it sinks

to chime a past, to rhyme a hurt

a standstill want, a changing can’t

  • Author: differ (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2024 02:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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