I thank the phone that rings when
I’d like it to
And the voice on the lines end
Whoever it is
And whatever they say , its not important
The fur of my best friend, as he wags and lights up
When I’m around
Even when I don’t need that
My ears for hearing, music
Any music, any
Friends, always pulling out the knives
You put there in the first place,
You have my deepest regard. Almost.
And the sun’s rays.
The cool wood floors that hold me
Even if I’m doing something
Undesirable.
And desire, driving my growth and my
Demise
I’d like to wryly smile, and thank all the ugly things
That make me feel, oh so
Beautiful.
And love, it is why I live
Say what you
Will
And I know you will
About
Love
I love it.
Lies that make the truth sweeter
Myself, for knowing to thank these things
Every day, not,
Just this one.
And this day, for giving one more reason
To piss and moan
About the things, I thank
To thank myself
For being better.
Finally, change
For keeping us
Aware.
>we killed the native americans. doesnt mean i cant thank something.
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