makeover
reckless
feckless
and hap
hazards
of this life
all of the
good intentions
advice i've had
it up to moonpies
sleepless nights
bags under
the eyes punches
to the gut knife
to the heart
and can't look
into the mirror,anymore.
you kiss me hard
you try
but the cache of
bandaids soothsaying
and miracle pills
jumping through hoops
can't fix achy breaky
can't change these
almond shaped eyes
crooked nose and blistering
soul when i'm still
so very stuck.
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