You Tangle my emotions
Tied them in a knot
Walked out my life leaving my heart to rot
As you slammed the door
I dropped to the floor
Getting stuck in the creases
Edges tathered torn
Grabbing for paper to write a letter….
But I am a typo
On written pages of life
With a message to convey
Not without perplexing one’s views
Part of the glitch
Some call me a bitch
Others a whore
Some say they need nothing more
I complete them
Impossible you see
If I can’t complete you
How the hell do I complete me
Tangled tied ripped upart, yet I’m still alive
Often I wonder is it chaos and tragedy on which I thrive
it’s all I know it’s how I survive go figure
Bipolar Tapestry~Poetic Thoughts 
written beautifully for all..
we all sailing in same boat I think, bonded in same threat..
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Thank You!
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How beautiful – and aren’t we all typos, created imperfectly, intricately, in a world of complexity, with our own unique glitches and loveliness, all trying to communicate with each other. And the Spirit helps us with groanings when do not know what to speak or pray.
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So true, this is so true. I have had my groaning sessions.
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