(Pre-Script: I recommend you read this poem as the song, "Closer," by Joshua Radin, #32 on the playlist, plays in the background. If that is too slow for you, then play #51, "Here in your arms," again...simply because I am feeling the vibe of that song this week, so it goes with ALL of my posts. Go down to the playlist, click it on, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)
When you've been flipped inside out
and shaken
like a pocket in your jeans
what remains there?
not the lint,
not the crumbs from yesteday's snack,
not the dirt that fell off of rocks
you have collected there
not the lose change you were saving
for a rainy day
or a stick of gum.
When you have been
Flipped out like the pocket of your jeans
and shaken
there is just the pocket
that's attatched to the inside
of the pants,
so make sure you are sewn securely
into a decent pair.
-XOXO,
When you've been flipped inside out
and shaken
like a pocket in your jeans
what remains there?
not the lint,
not the crumbs from yesteday's snack,
not the dirt that fell off of rocks
you have collected there
not the lose change you were saving
for a rainy day
or a stick of gum.
When you have been
Flipped out like the pocket of your jeans
and shaken
there is just the pocket
that's attatched to the inside
of the pants,
so make sure you are sewn securely
into a decent pair.
-XOXO,
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