Faded JeanA Poem by Regina K. Pride
You're a kind of faded jean to me
so overused, so overwhelmed I touch your seams and they just slip away under my hand you grow softer almost a flimsy structure I miss how you used to feel when you were sturdy you're so discolored so used one day, thrown out the next and when you're gone I won't miss you won't even think about you isn't it sad how it goes? © 2014 Regina K. PrideReviews
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StatsAuthorRegina K. PrideFLAboutHi Guys! So I haven't been very active lately because of my tumblr blog and my new YouTube channel and college, but I'm getting back to my writing. Today is the release of my first poetry book. You sh.. more..Writing
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