illuminating eye

I was not prepared with the day
Losing my keys was just icing on the cake
Late to my own funeral, probably
Using my brain to over think things
Many times I doubt my instinct
Issuing a fireplace to the food
Nine days after the house spoke up
As the horizon turns as red as cranberry juice
Thick skin is what life demands
It’s true that I am all scarred anyways
Nickel colored shirt soaked through with
Great feelings when you get to accomplish
Everything you know
You wanted to have done
Ending the evening with your smile and my sigh

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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