A number cannot describe
what it felt
to die
A portion was taken
and you
weren't even shaken
My body is but a number to you
but I
refuse
You now hold a piece of my heart
all because
I wasn't smart
A fraction is all I have to hold,
and honestly?
it's getting quite old
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
A number cannot describe
what it felt
to die
A portion was taken
and you
weren't even shaken
My body is but a number to you
but I
refuse
You now hold a piece of my heart
all because
I wasn't smart
A fraction is all I have to hold,
and honestly?
it's getting quite old
The title (book poem challenge) was from Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer
