A short poem that grasps at a piece of what I think about myself. I haven't ever been suave or sophisticated. Perhaps only in my words can I give a perception of finesse. But for now, the things around me lay in shambles. Alas.
Messy handwriting
Messy room
Messy mind
Messy food
I've never been refined
I won't start soon
My goal is to break 50 posts by New Years. I know, this might seem like I'm cheating...... and maybe I am... But whatever. I like short little poems like this. Not much to read. Easy to understand.
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