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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 ...

The Way You Looked At Me

While nobody could see..
The hue as clear as sea..
Words few but free..
As droplets seek a tree.
The way you looked at me..
Couldn’t help but glee..
An urge to get hold of you and flee.
As a goblet filled with spree.
The way you looked at me..
Splashed water ..
Indifferent laughter..
Jolted out a blurry sigh..
Wet beneath the glasses..
Confronting horizon where one’s ..
Not supposed to fly.
The way you looked at me..
While I forgot stagnant worries..
Jotting down debacle memories..
That painted poignant stories ..
Slowly going out of sight..
Where those eyes ..
The way they closed out on me.

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