You believe a sorry,
Will be the stop of her worry.
But she will always,
Be scared of her own ways.
Sometimes she will smile,
But it's only for a while.
Until she is dead,
Will she bow her head.
Let me tell you,
She is one in a few.
But maybe that's why,
Maybe that's why she cries.
But she will rise,
Because her ambition flies.
You cannot defy,
What is to deny.
You shall not win,
Fore you went on a whim.
She will not lose.
You were a lost cause.
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LIFE IN POETRY
PoetryDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
