Form Poem by Rachel Henley

Form



I would accept lies and exscuses now,
hey, anything would be good for me.
This waiting has murdered patience,
the knife in my back is rusting slowly.

In any form I would take it.
Even if if it's not what it was.

Thursday, August 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
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