When my hands and my eyes were younger

I held in them a pen as an idol

And the paper as altar

Mistakes were torn, thrown, buried

But now – honesty, disillusionment, bravado

Who knows?

But the pedestal is gone.

A pen is a pen

Mistakes are to be made

And I will embrace them as

I learn to embrace the 





As I




About Leil_ish

I am restless and intensely curious about almost everything that most people don't care about.
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2 Responses to Flawed

  1. abitjuakali says:

    please never stop writing.

  2. sharpword says:

    Very nice!

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