Essence Of Me - Poem by Gianna Jett
I let my mind drift away unto another time,
Of times that fast forward and rewind.
When no one else knows where I have gone,
During these times when things go wrong.
It is a constant battle that cannot be won,
Where things have fallen and come undone.
As a young woman's life is wasted upon a man,
Promises are not worthy or worth it in the end.
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