Some things are too tough to work out at once
You've got to take time to go away
So while static fills your head with all the things that I said
It's alright 'cause I'll be back someday
Some things are mixed up and need sorting out
You've got to have space to clear your head
Now feel bad I'm gone but when you stop feeling wrong
Sort out those pages on your bed
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Author:
noah (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2018 00:01
- Comment from author about the poem: In response to Charlotte Mae's most recent poem
- Category: Letter
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