WeaknessA Poem by Arrow
I need to be more of the fire,
than the ember in the water. No storm will trouble her mask, For she is the sea that drowns me. I can hear something screaming inside of me, Yet the key I possess, is the wrong one. How can I grow new fruit, and bring life, If my roots are not in the right land. © 2015 Arrow |
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Added on January 9, 2015 Last Updated on January 9, 2015 Author |