How Can You Say, What Can'T Be Said? Poem by jessie warren
How Can You Say, What Can'T Be Said?
Delicate as a butterfly but
dark as a cave.
Here comes another save.
I forgive all past lies,
for this one chance to fly
yet fall broken inside.
My wings are damaged.
My time has come
to let others overcome.
I'm weighing him down,
making him famished.
It's never right to take advantage.
The end is here.
The truth be told.
It's time to fold.
Here I'll lie, wounded inside
waiting for my chance to fly.
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4/23/2024 12:17:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice title. :) And metaphors are spot on. :)