This is a poem written by my friend: when I read it I thought that it needed some tlc, but that it had some nice potential, and was a more optimistic take on things than the sort of stuff I have been writing and avoiding posting lately.
Under Construction
I’m tearing myself apart,
and pulling myself together.
But it’s harder than it looks,
and I know I could do better.
Trying to amend my faults,
and fix up all my woes.
And I know I just can’t stop,
until this feeling goes.
By M.W.D. Lewis 15/10/09