It's Okay
My mind is cluttered
Thoughts are spilling over
My pen is a drunk
But my words are sober
Paper wiped clean
with a dirty eraser
I'm putting down raw emotions
straight without a chaser
I'm learning me
In small
small swipes
between the blue lines
My poems are not
always full of sunshine
but that's okay
that's what makes
them mine
Copyright © Chris Lane | Year Posted 2013
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