Category : Poems

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They'll get it someday.
This me as it may.
I'm not searching through hay;
That needle buried can honestly stay.

I can truly say;
That one day;
I'll find my way.
Until then, I'll mold me from unrealistic clay.

Overcoming delay.
Becoming less of an internal disarray.
Keep my heart on my sleeve day after day;
It's the only way.