I'd scream all the words
But, I'm not sure that you'd listenI guess it's now my turn
To learn to cope with the distanceAnd I had mighty pride
Until you put your feet on my chestI was raised to fight the storms
But this time, I think, I'll hold on to what's left
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The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
Unfinished Poem #33
I'd scream all the words
But, I'm not sure that you'd listenI guess it's now my turn
To learn to cope with the distanceAnd I had mighty pride
Until you put your feet on my chestI was raised to fight the storms
But this time, I think, I'll hold on to what's left