What Could The Knife Do That My Head Can't...?A Poem by TTBoy28
It doesn't take something on the outside to hurt me It matters not that it can puncture most anything and anybody else It matters not that the only words that it yells is fear, though an underdog when really needed It matters not that it can be dressed so fancily to cover its destructive potential qualities It matters not that even sacrifices welcome its love for its higher powers It matters not that individuals have no idea what they are saying when they say, "It cuts like a knife" It matters most that what my head holds inside of it is the driving force it does more damage everyday than that knife ever will do © 2010 TTBoy28Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 10, 2010 Last Updated on October 10, 2010 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutThe truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..Writing
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