Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Poem #7: Transcribing Scribbles

Promised not to bother you.
A Busy girl with stuff to do.
When I reach
You pull away,
But tell me things that lovers say.

A girl that I could call my friend.
But Things occurred we can't pretend
won't blur the lines
too far to mend.
Some things just break,
They will not bend. 

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