April 2010
4 posts
▲▲▲▲▲▲: original poem for sad adolescent times →
This is an unspoken feeling of betrayal and disposal. Always one for rising above the shit, moving on and polishing my pride. Always told to polish my pride. A wonder such a thing should render me so broken, and why do I let it? But I have. And it’s here. A ruddy stain seeming to stay after…
Do you mind if I put this up on my website, I will credit you of course.