Worm Food

Lost myself in a touch
I was no longer clever
For only fools keep tripping
Over their own feet
I forgot to listen
To the rhythm of my heart
And skip when it did
Lift up my feet
So I could avoid the cracks
But I stumble over broken promises
Falling, falling
Shattering upon the ground
Now I am nothing more
Than a three course meal for worms

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