The Walk Home
I️ downed a potion.
Hoping that it would calm the commotion of emotion that’s crashing against the shores of my mind like the ocean.
Mind, Body, and Soul,
They congregate as I️ walked you to your home,
Fortunate for me,
You decided to be an M-A specialist,
Crossed like Strabismus,
Faded like my haircut,
But guess what?
I️ love you,
Or at least I️ thought I️ did,
Complicated times for a simple kid,
And that's me,
A something-year-old headcase who,
can’t seem to keep his head straight.
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