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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 ...
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Hold my hands.
Pull me over to you
Twirl me around.
With a breathtaking surround sound
Make those eyes.
That never tries.
Kiss me if you want..
As stay with me goes the chant.
Neatly whispering in..
My goosebumps run paper thin.
Wear your smile.
The ones that save quarantine from a mile.
Look into my eyes for a while.
Until I close and wish.
That every time when they open wide.
They take me into a sprawling ride.
Grab my waist and cuddle up in haste.
As a drop of dew enticing buttercups tastes.
Knowing the time is up.
Rush to the steps to draw a mark.
Of our spectacular embark.
And before your hands start loosing out the touch of my fingers.
My last tip clips to the very edge….
Tossing me into a cage.
A round of applause.
As I sit there wrapped up with curtains drawn to a stage.
The show is over…
Enact ceases backstage.
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