Please excuse the mess
I still haven't cleaned up all the broken pieces
I've swept a little under the rug
Be careful
The floor is still wet
My tears haven't dried completely
Please excuse the skeleton
He hasn't quite made it to the closet
But he doesn't mean any harm
Wait, don't sit down
There's still broken promises in that chair
And they have jagged edges
He was a hurricane
Leaving a path of destruction
So, please, excuse the mess in my heart
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