I barely raised my voice
A gently question escaped my lips
So now I'm the bad guy?
I need to apologize
Sue me for asking the truth
I stopped my rebellious words
Sat quietly in the corner
You ignore me for a moment
My only peace I endured
Sticks and stones, knives you through at me
I sat mute
Everything I needed to say
Pounded at my teeth
Why can't you listen?
Surely your sense is functional
I didn't argue nor disagree
Sitting still as my heartbeat quickens
White flag raised up
I walked out and paced the hallway
While you sharpened your knives
"I'm not done with you yet"
Ready for the blow
I barely raised my voice
As you charged
Weapons in tow
Loretta
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Emotions are a Funny, Complicated Thing.
PoetryLove is a difficult thing to grasp, sure everyone knows that. But what about feelings, emotions, the ironic stuff that goes into love. Pretty complicated if you ask me. •| a love story told in many love stories |• All rights reserved 2016 ©hayleyb...
