Teira Naahi

Friday, September 18, 2015

Ch 4

Sitting by the window

Watching through the rain

Twisting words of consequence

Feeling little gain

Mighty mouse was broken

Her path was fraught with pain

Decisions taken lightly

Shallowness in vain

I hate him she says

Counting loud the days

Punishing her keyboard

In nefarious word play

I can’t sing any more

I won’t dance like a whore

I won’t scream

I won’t shout 

I won’t run:

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