Weak Little Old MailboxA Poem by MilyMy pain wrapped within words
I'm laying here trying to grasp all that I can
But all that I seem to grasp disinigrates with my touch I am as weak as an old mailbox I am not strong And I can't fix the world in hopes of fixing myself I have broken all that I have ever touched And I just wish to be locked undeneath © 2015 Mily |
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