my eyes droop lowly, as my frail arms fall because of the strength of the verbal blow you just spat. the gust of wind of the hurtful words, wounded me with painful sorrow. i try to stand up on my own words but fail terribly, falling on the hard rocky ground of criticism and excuses.
it left me broken, and you don't even seem to care. i don't even think you realized what you caused, which is even worse.
// m.m.
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Dactylic
PoesíaPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
