10 O'clock on a Sunday MorningA Poem by Wild Willow BluePlease believe that it is not your fault..Why do men hate to make others feel worthless to tell them they don’t matter anymore they never did I should have told you I should have been there It feels like the bruises from your hand are on my heart instead of my face instead of my arms the ones that will never hold you again I should have picked you up when you fell I should have lifted you to the sky when you slammed that door © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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