A/N: A new and improved version of an old poem!
As I enter the shower
I can't help but glower
There's a lone bar of soap
It helps me to cope.
Weeks go by
and still I glower
weep and cry
in my small shower.
The soap is almost gone
No longer a bar
worn thin and scarred
Still, I hold on.
I grip the soap tightly
as it bends and cracks,
as it breaks and snaps
Still, I hold on.
The soap is almost gone
I'm clawing roughly, holding on
Still it refuses to stay
and all is washed away
a fate I cannot change.
A/N: The first two stanzas are practically the same as before but as you can see I've changed the last 3 a bit! Let me know which version of this poem you prefer <3
(Please don't be silent readers y'all I loveeeeeee to yap)
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The Deepest Parts of Me
Poetrybasically just a collection of poetry I have written <3
