”and may your hearts beating write a gorgeous memoir”
I say halfway to profoundly tense, tapping along my foot.
Producing the coolest man in my head, while trying not to lose my cool.
“They only really hit before” I convince this dense pride.
Schrödinger’s nonchalant, A confident walking uncomfortable.
I was lucky to have the fools, I couldnt flop in front of them.
Thinking over too many paths, I force a stride through.
It’s the little things I havent felt that I’ve learned to appreciate the most.
About the Creator
Dog
I post all my poems on my instagram first @ramblings_of_dog. A read is more than I could ever ask for and I am greatful for your audience.
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