As you read I will work on this poem like a cobbler mending his own shoe first I will unweave what was woven and poke my fingers through the hole so that you could see whats really torn then I will stitch the tattered words together while trying desperately to stuff some meaning in between the seams for you to choke on, then with a cheap but strong dark glue of logic I will try to stick my emotions together and brush off some old thoughts for new so that I could wear this shoe of sarcasm and kick this done metaphor of life for good.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 21:34:51 +0000
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