she's a poem
with a structure misshapen
she's a fake
born of a mistake.
she's scarred
as she's wounded
she bled every night
when she's full of fright
but she holds my soul
captive in her ugly control
in me she resides
free of payment inside
so even if she does wrong
even if she feels like she'll never belong,
I will accept her
and neglect her I will never.
- I'll try to love her
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loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
