Hope And Pray, What A Cliché Poem by Imogen Lee Greene
Hope And Pray, What A Cliché
There's never a last time.
World is cold, for us,
Insperation.
Each of us were pieces.
Now we're 'friends'
Holding on to each other.
Out in the cold, tight forever.
We're no longer alone.
I'll run with you,
all the way home.
Meet me by the entrance.
I'll fall over accidently.
Tell me it's wrong.
Tell me it's over.
Break my glued together heart.
Once again, you'll do it gently.
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4/16/2024 3:16:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
' Break my glued together heart. Once again, you'll do it gently. ' so powerful.. as we women over and over seek completion in men instead of inside how many thousands of hours in how many lives have i handed a weapon to another and told him to crucify me