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.
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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