Our hearts are no longer kept on our sleeves,
Those have all disappeared.
Those have all disappeared.
Now we have taped our heart back together again,
Scotch tape stuck best,
What is left?
We are a crumbly mess.
Scotch tape stuck best,
What is left?
We are a crumbly mess.
Every morning we stare in the mirror,
Hate what we see,
But what should we be doing in reality?
Hate what we see,
But what should we be doing in reality?
Applauding,
Celebrating,
We have survived,
We are still alive,
Fuck me!
We are warriors of the toughest kind.
Celebrating,
We have survived,
We are still alive,
Fuck me!
We are warriors of the toughest kind.
© 2019 MK AC Nevin-Crooks
Love Life Poetry
Love Life Poetry
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