a sandal bearing man
dressed in grey
draped in
misfired authenticity
face dimly lit
by other bright stars
he was simple
he loved to sit
and read the news
from around the world
our complexity
twisted his mind
in jagged insanity
he had known no trouble
in his floral wallpapered
highly typical life
until he saw others
shining
in their flaws
sinking was a new
indescribable thing
to this man
slowly falling
into an unbelievably
apathetic rut
food would sit
to rot
on his kitchen counter
and his love would lay
at his side
wondering
"where is the spark
in your heart
that blinded me
when we first met eyes?"
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
