Quietly She Stills Poem by eve Taylor

Quietly She Stills



Still the same,
at the game,
gaining fame,
living and breathing,
beating a beat.
not necessarily sweet,
but a beat's a beat,
breathing that beat,
that's the same.
life's a game,
hard as hearts,
yet soft as not,
still the same,
a coldly hot,
burning within,
frozen without,
any doubt.

Monday, October 22, 2018
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