I am flesh and bones,
not pebbles and sand on shore.
I refuse to be washed away by your waves;
to be picked and thrown to where you think I belong.
I am flesh and bones.
I am.***
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Moonlit
PoetryThese are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl. *PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
01 | Flesh and Bones
I am flesh and bones,
not pebbles and sand on shore.
I refuse to be washed away by your waves;
to be picked and thrown to where you think I belong.
I am flesh and bones.
I am.***