Sunshine of the Cloudy Mind
living in a blur with a pair of rose-colored glasses to guide my vision
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
salty
Words pour out of me like
Salt
Sometimes they land on your tongue
Sometimes they land on your wounds
Everytime, I am sorry
For not making them sweeter.
You deserve graceful words that
Wash over you like water.
I will try harder, I will try.
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