Fix Me
Being is something
Living is trying to bat
My nose is heavy
Can a noble effort produce me ?
I am an angel
It's a living at best
No one understands me
The sun came up
The earth stopped spinning
My finger does it's own movement
I am so scared
My pants are bagging
My smile is worn
The everyday elixir
I will not die
I will live
So says you
Copyright © Christopher Remele | Year Posted 2014
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