She is Pushed OverA Poem by Frances ClarkShe is pushed over. Her waiting a useless state, False, she’s a strange Contradiction. She claims pain As though she never caused,
And now she’s lost Her reconciliation, With the feeling, she states she misses Because they exchanged words everyday, Supposedly.
Unaware, stupidly What I know it, I can read it. He tells, tales of a bitter Previous alliance, that is His spontaneous mistake.
Now I ask you: Did his news make you cry? Your feelings hurt, To which silence uttered, words stopped And over again, you insulted him. © 2013 Frances Clark |
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