it rhymes

the sense in me to fall over my feet
much of the same
untied laces,same clothes on repeat
over named , lame

muttering shades of stale air
see them walk through me
whimpered scowling blare
speak to seek out the snare

drop that face i call, show
crowned the hearted hate grail messenger
daunted pleasantries i throw
to kill a bird , become a stranger, you are my danger
i call

I fall , i leap
i fly to keep
my buried wound to retire
ripped like hey from dirty wire

to loose, a loss, to win, a gain
she leaks , a drop a drip
it plain