If I'm fragile,
Set me on fire
With a two-way glance,
I just know you're a liar.
Take it from the top,
When you're fresh as a daisy,
Pretty baby, not a care in a world
When you're just slight lazy
To care, to try to take steps
Into shoes, into wounds,
Into the battleground
Where children lie by the mounds.
Set it all on fire
And watch me burn,
Watch me take off
From the memorial urn,
Watch me see past you
And everything I was blinded by,
Every flaw sugar-coated
By the ease of the night.
If I was fragile,
I am no more.
You have changed me, darling
And this is war.
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Poems for the Sad and Weary
PoetryThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...
