The hems of the days are fraying away
leaving raggedy ends
and no one ever stays
another morning spent dead on the coldest of beds
staring at the ceiling
with your hangover head.
singsong verse will not be the first
to fail at its purpose
because its soul is too terse.
Please tell me what you think
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Very nice. This very accurately describes the fabric of time in a teenager's life. I love how you made fun of your structure. Fun read.


