So what you do is this:
You gather all the missing parts of you
That you can find
And you search the inside of yourself
For things you can do without
Somewhat
And you take those out and place them with the former
And polish them up good
And you put them on a shelf for the world to see
And it's okay that you're hollow
And it's okay if you can't feel no more
Because at least people know who you are......
And what you've done.
And though it hasn't happened yet
Trust me, people will stop
And look
And say, hey, she's great!
Trust me
Even though it hasn't happened yet
It will
You just
Have
To keep
Waiting?
I love the way the poem sounds so definite and ends in a question mark. It sounds like no one, no matter how confident is ever really sure. No one wants to be blamed for giving false advice.
ReplyDeleteAAAAHHHH marley you get it. In the end we're all just trying to find a way to be happy, and sometimes (most of the time) our big plans are not what inspire happiness. But we are all still weak(or strong?) and shudder at the idea of being the blame for someone's downfall.
ReplyDeleteUnless you are Lord Voldemort.
ReplyDeleteVery true.
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