Take one more swing
Do I care
You can not harm me
There's nothing left
But still you swing
Your sword is broken
Me dust
Do you care
No you still swing at me
But my dust rise
Your choking on it
It's just as fair
Now I swing at you
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by ArtIsMe
PoésieSome random poetry that I made. Some of these I used in my classes at school. Do not use with out my permission. All is made by me, so is the cover. All resemblance is coincidental.
