Depressions
Depressions in the paper
all of ,are lined with ink
this liquid I do savior
love, purpose and time to think
Depressions in my fingers
made by the writing tool
memories do linger
learning without the learning school
Depressions in the back of my head
made by my sleepless night
everything I love is in this bed
praying to God I do things right
Depressions on the wall
where I missed the head of the nail
hoping this time the fixture won't fall
even after the fail
Where we've been and where we've went
where is sit ,depressions will fit
To tell what happened
the marks from before
To show whats no longer there
anymore...
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