Every line in this poem
Might not flow and rhyme,
But I hope it makes
Sense to you over time.
I’m sorry that you had to listen to us sing
Knowing that the lyrics weren’t meant for you
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I'm lonely, yes, and I may fall easily, but
Life is the worst improv actress
Starring in impulsive scenes
Stumbling through her weak lines
And nobody can catch the graceless words
As they fall from her mouth.
As nostalgia caressed you with a formless pain
And regret-
Tales from when you lost yourself to guilt.
She wants to stay but it has gotten too hard to remember why.
Is it too late for her to become an artist
And use her wrist as her canvas?