Sometimes I dig,
sometimes I scratch
some days I fend for others
Some days, I suck milk; mothers’
Some weeks I shoot for the heavens
some weeks, I shoot for the root
and some, I cease to shoot
Today I’m a wild fire
tomorrow, I lack desire
Some days I love
somedays I’m graven
Somedays, I’m dove
Another, I’m raven
Somedays I’m winter
others, Summer
maybe Spring
or even, Fall
A seasonal being
I flirt with four seasons
mess with weathers
then split, to double date day and night
Bipolar, Multi-personality, or just human
simply complicated as the sides of a die; human
As with different folks, different strokes
We dress: different days, different cloaks
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2 comments:
this will sound like coming from a weirdo...lol but i just knew u're THAT kind of person. Special kind. Funny, i can't point out anything unusual u said at that poker table. But it was there, so I just felt it. Yeah, dig dipper if u wanna find the treasure. Guess I found some:) that's really nice what u're writing here. Honestly and no flirt involved ok.
Take care of ya stranger:)
Thanks Goldays. I'm not sure I fully understand your comment. But, I appreciate you reading my work, I'm sorry I haven't posted more. Thanks for motivating me to write more and post more. Take care
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