All of me
every single heartbeat
every twitch
And twinkle in my eyes
To as shallow as my tone gets
When I moan
when I bitch
it’s all i comfortably am
within my emotional skin
Though I’m told anxieties a sin
I’m probably theoretically in line right now
At Hells gates worrying if they’ll even let me in
I have this affliction
defined as an addiction
But Webster forget to mention
what exactly it could’ve been.
An all-around prescription
to mend my heavily worrying sins
and allow my soul to recover
from all of the suffering
in the end.
About the Creator
Bailey Thornton
I’m a lone mommy of a handsome boy. & a full time advocate for anybody who can admit they need an advocate sometimes.. I don’t call my writings poetry, because it’s honestly just thoughts.
Thoughts that just happen to rhyme sometimes..
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