I'm Not Ready To Talk.A Poem by A. V. MadisonShe said life has been swell but in reality, it's hell home is room 19 at Motel 6 she's fed up with Satan's teasing tricks
New day, new bottle heart pounding as she pulls on the throttle wind in her hair someday she'll go somewhere
She just turned seven and she can't write her own name a strange pencil in her hand, but it isn't the same unmatching clothes but no one will care bags under her eyes and knotted red hair
Yeah, she'll be your friend and she'll be perfect for you a shoulder to cry on when you're feeling real blue but she's only kind because of her past but how long will that excuse really last? © 2012 A. V. MadisonAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 25, 2012 Last Updated on August 25, 2012 AuthorA. V. MadisonOnly a Kid, But Hard To Scare, CAAboutI'm Maddie. Clumsy. Short-tempered. Quite an oddball. Sort of silly. I make big plans then never do them. I have a fascination with tiny lights. I have atelophobia and OCD. I am the definition.. more..Writing
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