last resort
wreaking of
last resort
undeservingly
pushed away
i stand up n fight
then crumble...stumble
falling short
without so much as
a sassy girl, wit-drenched retort
mold me shape me fade me as you wish
into the me
i fight so hard not to see
this time...
don't forget my spine
Stumble It!
posted by brokenpoetrygirl at 6:05 PM
1 Comments:
i like the way your poetry moves--thanks for sharing and may you find your spine
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