do you enjoy selling me for a five-cent-joke?
do you think I don't see your angst
and still despise it?
do you crack the mirror
so that I can't break it anymore?
do you think I'm safe?
how safe do I have to be
to justify your bull-fighting stomp?
security is not what I'm made of
so don't you dare deny my anger.
(c)ophelia
1 hour ago
1 comment:
That's really beautiful. It's good to read some poetry sometimes. I forgot about your blog...I just found the bookmark so I thought I would check it out. Keep writing!
-Todd
http://llstarkll.blogspot.com
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