Poems from openwords
Yes, there are cracks in the sidewalk, coffee can burn you, and the light from the streetlamp shines through your bedroom window.
You see...
When the stick in your hand reads "postitive" there is an expectation from the world around you
Except instead of instantly feeling...
There are no flaws with the body I wear.
There may be some marks,
Some scratches, some dings,
From the wear and the tear.
The finish does...