Too many words unsaid
There are too many words unsaid,
too many worlds between.
A balance unseen, exposed
annoyed.
I cleaned shit, I left your bed unclean.
The warm cat took priority.
Our priorities are differenter than they should be.
Where
I feel you blame me
for life
Maybe I was a child too.
too many worlds between.
A balance unseen, exposed
annoyed.
I cleaned shit, I left your bed unclean.
The warm cat took priority.
Our priorities are differenter than they should be.
Where
I feel you blame me
for life
Maybe I was a child too.
posted by Echo at 12:21 PM
3 Comments:
This felt so innocently regretful. And yet, just a little bit of blue sky is peeking out.
aah .. finely observed and deeply felt ..
personal priorities always differ :)
nice piece though.
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