Bottled Thoughts
Welcome to my disorganized thought process.
She’s so down to earth
That her kindness nips at his heels
He’s up in the clouds, hiding how he feels
She’s fragile and she just wants to be put first
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He’s the glass that’s always half full
Never a moment that’s ever been dull
Maybe one day they can meet
somewhere in the middle
where the birds fly above the street
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He has an angel’s hair
but the devil’s eyes
She’s never surprised by his lies
She just forgives, because it’s fair
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She misses a home
She can no longer return to
Remembering all the things that home put her through
but it’s not their fault she felt alone
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she forgets to be outspoken
and doesn’t speak on the issues that left her broken
She lets them bottle up
and in the end, she’ll erupt
and then they’ll know that she never really let it go
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About the Creator
Lyndsie Jines
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Poetry
Also known to remember things that could have been said, but realizes it’s too late to add anything because too many have already read it.😂
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