Outsiders With Flaws
Each of us is worthwhile but also biased.
We spotted risks that ignited and fussed.
Still, I've been conscious of my longing for you.
The fulsome size of impulses blocks the view.
I'm pondering while sitting on the stairway.
When will you learn, my heart was torn away?
I was smitten by everything you foresee.
The same as mine, your defect engrossed me.
We were crude, murky, and haphazard people.
The whimsy of joyous was shared by all.
Unfeigned "hello" and "how are you" was shared.
But I sought bettor from you because; I cared.
As my jeans fade, so does my spirit bleed.
Nobody else is quite as you, bridge mead.
My choices were reflected in my corpus.
I stumble and wobble during the pre-chorus.
I cut my finger when I spry coiled my hair.
My pulse spiked at the whim of a landslide dare.
Written: September 20, 2022
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