Mistakes, mistakes, di Paige B.

Mistakes, mistakes

I do not know

All of the answers.

I forget sometimes

And I’m not always right.

Don’t listen to me,

Because I will be wrong

And you will end up hurt.

I’m sorry.

Everyone makes mistakes, and in that we are all alike, and that is alright.

Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows

Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.

morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights

Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze

star-drunk child, foolish in your fear— announce your cries to the night, feel the heat of life

What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me

I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.

dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face

We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric

Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,

flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.

And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from

Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact

Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed

I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.