busted kneecaps
I say my kneecaps are busted,
But they just ache and groan,
They begged to be propped up as if they were royalty.
They think they deserved to be catered with every step I walk.
When sitting down they are sometimes crossing each other
Because at times, girls are supposed to be "ladylike"
My kneecaps are worn and torn down,
From adventures that I can barely remember.
I say they are busted
But they are not
Instead in the end
They are just needy.
a.b.
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PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
