I punch hard into thin air and fall on my face
Beauty warm beauty is now all muddy
And nobody gives me a hand
And I pretend that it’s all fine
And prepare to go back to my glass palace
Doll’s house friends call it.
I knock at my window and the whole house breaks down
Someone threw the second stone
And I punch again and this time I don’t fall
Who makes the same mistake twice?
2 comments:
Hi shona!
really nice poem.. time to write something new...
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