LilaC - Blue

It comes off a little on the nose
But who knows what you really mean by it
And the irony isn't lost on me
The desire for myself is to be
Unapologetically faithful to the words that come out
Even when they're words I hate the meaning of
Or the sound they make when they rattle off my tongue
Or when they exist in some other thing I've done
It's recycled, taken off a dumped notepad
Kept in a drawer for months or more and
Taken out when everything else washes up
Take a photo of the mess I've made
Leave it out to dry and try
To be more creative in the approach
Blame it on the past mistakes
And take back the ownership of what I make

Written by:
Thomas Moore

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