REFER TO THE DRAFT
Like paint, you'll never see mistakes until they are made
To win is what you and I want
But that means nothing.
As far as I am concerned, we make
The best moves to the best of our
Skills and see what happens.
{
There are times when things are
Overlooked, things are neglected,
Things are spat back in our face,
Things turn out to be perfect
When perfection was never planned.
{
Sometimes we can’t see what’s right before
Our eyes.
Like paint, you’ll never see mistakes until
They are made.
That’s where the touch-ups are made to dry.
{
We’ll have to hand-write
While there is still a
Chance
{
Go for the win until we’ve reached the
Ultimate loss.
Correct the fuck ups and wait to answer
Those who can find the blemishes
}
**For context, after the 15th line I crumbled the paper and threw it away in a drunken fit. Though soon after I salvaged it first with writing by hand then finishing with the typewriter. The title is a reference to that visual symbolizing dedication and persistence**
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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