You took more than you should take,
more than I was willing to share.
Used too many excuses to carry,
God speed to the poor girl you marry.
You want everything from this world,
when you give nothing in return
Sitting isn't a job or a sport,
We tell you, but you'll never learn.
Wake up from your fantasy dear child,
before life beats you first.
If you haven't been woken up yet,
consider this your burst.
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
