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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Smell Of You

Fresh drops of dew..

Flipping pages of a book brand new.

Breathing in smoke from someone in the walkway..

Catching the train while drenched in rain.

Puffing the wet that instant.

Lying on the grass basking winter sun..

Saving all the fun for later.

Innocent flatter..

Unknown chatter.

Trying to hear a voice which just echoes..

Fresh coat of paint..

Not trying to be a saint.

A faint laughter..

A song getting softer.

Fading dusk..

Everlasting thirst.

Water trickling down the brook..

Flowers free falling from the trees you shook.

Snowflake crumples..

Mud base tumbles.

Tear drops on the paper..

The night stars blurry like the vapor.

Breathless Dawn..

The smiling yawn.

Slept the most..

While dreaming that smell of you.

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