Monday, July 1, 2019

Pockets of Past (July 2019)

Spilling out every pore
Anger reaches for the past
Reconcile me more
He comes knocking

Balancing imbalance
Vocally defeated into these thoughts
You were never quite perfect
But a chance at perfection

It's been a handful since I considered it
Maybe I just don't remember
Bridges are speaking
Memories are breathing

If so, would it matter?
Define extent

Once I said never
Breaking promises

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