Tuesday, July 19, 2022

Flaw.

The scribble behind the stone
My flaw as easily shown
Words pass me first
before I rehearse
then thirst I for remission

If you could love me dear
my squares and imperfections
To know my high
and my depression
Sit through as I gather my thoughts

Hurt you I might
With sharp words I cut
In the name of honesty

Should you perceive me
Know my intentions;
Pray shower your clemency.

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