It takes a special kind of woman
To suffer my foolishness
The
hidden
insanity
As it bounces off the dark walls of my skull
Like a trapped moth
Throwing itself at a smudged window pane
Seeking escape to the light
It takes a special kind of woman
To find a bit of good in me
Enough to balance things out, maybe
I’ve only ever found
One
Moving some old stuff here.
I haven’t read many of these
Nobody else ever did either. Lol. 🙂
🙂