Baby how was it? Holding your breath and putting on your soldier facade?
Baby how was it? Seeing what you've built slowly crumbling down?
Baby how was it? Uncertainty being shown in front of your eyes?
Baby how was it? Feeling a rush of blood on your tongue?
Baby how is it now?
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Breaking Nacre
Poetry"I was a time bomb you said, Ticking, destruction awaits as I keep moving." Copyright © 2021 by Giasemine S.
