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[poemsbyjudd-blog]

Where are My Keys?

What is worse than losing your keys?

Worse than losing your keys is not finding them when you’re in a hurry

You buzz around your house like a clan of bees

You search every corner of every room so fast, everything becomes blurry

Worse than losing your keys is not finding them when you’re in a hurry

Time is ticking, you’re going to be late

You search every corner of every room so fast, everything becomes blurry

You are slowly starting to accept your fate

Time is ticking, you’re going to be late

Close your eyes, take a deep breath and count to three

You are slowly starting to accept your fate

Open your eyes and think about where they could be

Close your eyes, take a deep breath and count to three

You buzz around your house like a clan of bees

Open your eyes and think about where they could be

What is worse than losing your keys?

[thesarcasticfanatic]

The sky is falling With the weight of our secrets From the whispers we send into the night with confidence Accompanied by the thoughts we host while recollecting our way through the constellations With the weight of our secrets The moon lacks luster Accompanied by the thoughts we host while recollecting our way through the constellations And stars escape their responsibility by burning away into nothingness The moon lacks luster From the strain of carrying our burdens And stars escape their responsibility by burning away into nothingness As we make the mistake of relying on the falling sky for comfort