![]() Accidents Happen, But Not Like ThisA Poem by Kiara
I fall, unable to balance the weight of everything.
My trumpet hits the bleachers, Then drops to the ground. Embarrassment floods through me And my friend picks it up. He looks at me, Wide-eyed. I glance at my trumpet, Bent and cracked. I just had it fixed. I have practice tomorrow. I'm such a failure, How can I live with myself? How can anyone stand me? How could anyone care?
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1 Review Added on February 22, 2014 Last Updated on February 22, 2014 AuthorKiaraINAboutMy name is Taylor Bigelow, I am eighteen and I absolutely love my boyfriend, my cats, music, writing, and playing my trumpet. Some of the bands I listen to are: Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sir.. more..Writing
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