I’m a wreckage of good intentions.

I’m the wine glass you just dropped.

I’m a dwindling pension.

I’m a balloon just popped.

I’m all the potential broken in half.

I am bright paint spilt on the rug.

I’m a stifled laugh.

I’m a guarded hug.

I’m that thing just out of reach.

I’m the way you cannot teach.

I’m the reason for anxious tension.

I am the wreckage of good intentions.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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