366 Poems: August 28th, 2016

Beautiful Mess

Some day my room will be clean

and some day my life will be too.

Some day I’ll sleep in a freshly-made bed

with my sheets at my toes

and my dreams in my head,

and with you.

Oh but time is still running its mouth

speaking too fast to know

what it’s talking about.

And I know I’ll have fun

in a week, or a year…

but my greatest love is the mess I have

right here.

“Room of Disaster”
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