Posting a Poem: These Words

 

It’s not as if
these bitter winds
and rolling seas
will cease.
And if they could,
then can my mind-
my thoughts-
just stop?
Too steep.
I do not like
these words I hear;
the words my mouth
then speak.
Don’t like, at all,
these feelings that,
this sour heart
does keep.
Neither you, nor I,
are perfect.
That state does not exist.
And yet I cannot help
but hate
each imperfect heartbeat.

**Minor grammatical error..
**Minor grammatical error..
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