teach me

teach me how to smile
get me out of the black tie dye
make me believe in magic
number one but always second
teach me the joys in sunlight
i am too blue
giving up is easy and boring
and obvious
skin tingles pre explosion
or post i haven’t decided yet
cold soul in need of a blanket
curl up in bed with my heart
good morning
i don’t want to be lost

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11 thoughts on “teach me

      • See, when I go all humble from praise, I get told off and am told I should learn to accept the compliments as they come. So you should do the same! πŸ™‚

      • I think there are two types of people – those who are confident and accept their praise because deep down they know they deserve it – and those who are the opposite. Like me!

      • i’d like to imagine that i do but i know that i don’t. i’ve only been writing since May and i don’t really know what i’m doing, i like it but whether any of it is actually “good” poetry or whatever is a bit beyond me, it’s all a bit of a can of worms situation.

      • God we are so alike. I keep getting called a ‘poet’ but I really don’t see myself as such – nor a ‘writer’ – but then when reading your work, and others, I can quite clearly see a talented poet & writer there. It’s weird. It’s a weakness, a flaw if you will, in my character. But still – I get pleasure from creating the little pieces of nonsense so I think that’s important. If you’ve not read it, I wrote a piece called “Not A Poet” that kind of sums this up πŸ™‚

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