Nail Polish

Mon, 10/21/2013 - 16:40 -- kjade

 

Stop picking your nail polish off 

You can pick it off quickly and without thought

I wish it worked that way with emotions

But they wallow 

Like food in a dumpster 

My mind falls to my heart 

And it skips eight beats

Rising in my chest

It stretches

My thoughts don’t stretch

They wander inside, never changing 

They won’t budge

They won’t move

I will always think of you

And those don’t come off; the feelings

Like picking off nail polish

They won’t even smudge 

Not even with remover 

 

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