Poem 55 {Used & Bruised}
I run around and around again and again for you,
I stand on the line and wait and
I stand there and take your weight and tears with grace
And than I fall to the ground, broken and distraught, bleeding and sobbing,
And you just stand there and stare,
You don't move you don't speak you are barely even breathing.
You just stand there as my world divides, oblivious
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