Random Thoughts

Its like playing a beautiful song
Accidentally striking the wrong cord
It throws the beauty thereof off
Fumbling your way back to the right one
Distorted sequence
Flaws summons
Welcome to realisation of imperfection
Either admit it
Or cloth it

Elephant attest the thickness of my skin
My rib cage
Holds a shield to my heart

Shoulders dropped
My shirt drooling off
Trying to pack me back in shape
But your words cuts me further into shreds
So I try to conceal my sins
Like pruning over a mispainted canvas
Suit and tie, a gentle man
Our true self in remand
Like wearing a girdle over a protruding stomach

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