I am spilt milk
and cable cars
I am crashing, rusted seams
screeching and fumbling at the halt
I am the follower of weaving, wavering lines
others drew so I would stay on time
I am to be filled to the brim with soulful people
with blank faces only to deliver them to their destinations
I am not
to be cried over.
I think she is one tough chick! I like how she clearly states that she is not to be cried over. Even if the world isn't offerind such a smooth ride. Well done! Angi~
the feel I get from this is that you are used and tossed aside without care. very depressing feel to it I like how you do it this is I'd say the favorite one from the ones I have read from you so far.