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Some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves. Others,

Some of us
wear our hearts
on our sleeves.
Others, on our collars.
So, when we forget
to fold our sleeves upwards
and get it stained,
some of us, 
finally do it then
and the others don't, 
still. 
But, either way, 
the damage is done. 
The war, commenced. 
And that's how we learn
to recognise people
through the colour
of their clothes, 
with no glasses 
but a falling eyesight.  don't tell me you know it when you don't. :) 

#theunsungquill #poetry  #white_nowadays
Some of us
wear our hearts
on our sleeves.
Others, on our collars.
So, when we forget
to fold our sleeves upwards
and get it stained,
some of us, 
finally do it then
and the others don't, 
still. 
But, either way, 
the damage is done. 
The war, commenced. 
And that's how we learn
to recognise people
through the colour
of their clothes, 
with no glasses 
but a falling eyesight.  don't tell me you know it when you don't. :) 

#theunsungquill #poetry  #white_nowadays