sometimes....

sometimes

it's my heart that feels all crumpled up like this

and

sometimes

it's just my thoughts

::

every now and then

it's my dreams about the future that feel all bent out of shape

so i wait patiently for a sign

to help straighten them out

::

some days

my words

that sound so wonderful in my head

come out crumpled up and in the wrong place and don't make any sense

and

while spilling all over the place

get walked on and really messed up

yet

they still belong to me

so it's my mess to clean up

::

and

sometimes

it's my ideas that keep me awake all night

that make me feel all mangled up in the morning

so

i try to write them all down

but

ideas

that are bright and beautiful and wonderful

while laying in the safety of my bed

never

seem to be the same

when morning is staring at me

with questioning eyes

and

my empty notebook is resting in my hands

::

here's to a weekend without any crumpled anything

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