
A poem about life being out of order...and asking it to be fixed by a lover, basically.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 169 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-05-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2782450
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3/6/2010
"Out Of Order"
By: darkdreamerx
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It seems like I'm always crying.
Upset about things out of place,
Not together, questionably apart.
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Can you fix me?
I'm out of order.
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There's always something wrong.
Whether it's with you, or with me.
And all of the things in between.
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Can you fix me?
I'm out of order.
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Like a lost child with naïve eyes,
I look out at the world with uncertainty.
Couldn't even tell you what makes sense.
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Can you fix me?
I'm out of order.
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What's worse is that I'm in a slump.
It may just be my state of mine but,
I don't think I can get out of this alone.
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Can you fix me?
I'm out of order.
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I can tell you all of my secrets.
Possibly try to open my heart up,
but I just can't keep living like this.
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So can you fix me?
I'm terribly out of order.
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