If I could sum up my life,
It felt like whispering secrets into a forgetful wind,
Sending up my hopes and dreams,
Watching the leaves play telephone,
Until they come back down for me,
Fragments and half-wishes,
Sadness wrapped up to look like poetry and parties,
Heart swelling to shatter at my feet,
Songs that almost sound like home,
A book that had you going right until the last chapter,
Until the wind dies down,
Leaving me to clean up it’s almost perfect mess.
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