Break It

Tell me something wicked,
Something cold,
So that lies become the truth and everything else is false.

Treat me like the first last person you’ll ever see,
Someone worth absolutely nothing that means everything,
So that when I close my eyes to dream all I see is you.

Taste the life of men and mice,
Some verse that never made it through,
So that when a child speaks the words…

The world dances with you.



About lowkiespeaks

I am a poetess, a mother-to-be, a pround woman, and stubborn beyound reason. View all posts by lowkiespeaks

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