Her problemA Poem by carneThere was a girl so crowned with lore This girl, a girl you’ve known before: She ate more out of nervousness than she did hunger After battle she slept while others plundered If nod-offs were her common flaws She stayed awake for time to pause
Bound to shades of off-white colour She stifled signs of Cartesian other Callous mornings come to pass But never stay, none that last There is a girl you’ve never warned This girl, comes through but never fore© 2012 carne |
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Added on December 2, 2012 Last Updated on December 2, 2012 Author |