Until I

Let thyself feel bad
Until I feel good
Wrestle round up and down
Beating at the bruise
Stars are twinkling less
Hands are working more
To want for better
Keeps the ink on every letter
Every uttered word
Should be so careful
And still I step on my words
A melancholic drag
Therefore I let myself
Feel bad until I feel good

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com