Often I wonder why the things I say come out so much worse than the things I write. But then I notice even when writing someone a breif note, I will still foul up. I think it is because I let myself do whatever, and with no restraint I sometimes hurt by accident. However, within the pages of a notebook I must stay between the lines and this keeps me civil.
though often i shall
by error of mind
let slip words unkind
they're not meant at all
i am simply too much myself
an unanchored ship
a kite with its string let go
a dog unchained
the only way for you to see
how i feel is in poetry
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