I drew a line in the sand.
And you stepped over it.
When I did it again.
You again stepped over it.I made it bigger.
And you still tried to step over it.
I pointed out the line.
And you ignored itWhen I pointed out
That you keep stepping over it.
You got upset.
You played with my words
And shaped your own to
Get me to speak.I made a moat around me.
And you still try to cross it.
I asked you to stop.
And you still try.I drew a line in the sand
That turned into a moat.
YOU ARE READING
The Wilted Bouquet
PoetryPoetry I decide to write about the thoughts that come to mind.