CheerleaderA Poem by TabithaReal friendship
I don't want to be your cheerleader if you'll turn away my shoulder when your eyes lose water.
I don't want to fly with you if rumour must be the messenger when you are dry. I want to be there when you fall,I want to be there when you are sore ;when the ducks seem tall and Congo fufu looks small. I want to be the alternative choice:would you rise up with me or would you stay at fall? For I will not go down with you and I won't stall till dawn. So are you coming with me,or what? © 2018 TabithaAuthor's Note
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Added on August 18, 2018 Last Updated on August 18, 2018 |