It's more than a word
It's more than you'd think
It's more than a curve
At the edge of a rink
Many skaters slide
And many will fall
When trying to glide
Against the current of all
Never does it move
From its path so straight;
The blade so smooth
On the bottom of a skate
Your trust is the blade,
So sharp and straight
But you pushed its limits
So you made it break
So now I'm the skater;
Falling so hard
To scape her knee
On the blade so small
You had the nerve
To break it so fast
You wanted it curved;
But you broke it like glass.
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The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
