I carved my name into a desk.
I didn't think much of it then
But looking back at the mess
I can see the innocence
No walls to hold him
Just a desk to learn
And mark on a whim
To know I was here
And the lesson began
So they took my hands
Beat them with the edge of a rule
Hard enough to hurt but not bruise
To cut but not bleed
Just skin
So I looked down at my desk
And my name in pain
Trying not to cry
Tears tried in my eyes
My name is blurred
The table is blurred
Like a white washed wall at twilight.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
I carved my name into a desk.
I didn't think much of it then
But looking back at the mess
I can see the innocence
No walls to hold him
Just a desk to learn
And mark on a whim
To know I was here
And the lesson began
So they took my hands
Beat them with the edge of a rule
Hard enough to hurt but not bruise
To cut but not bleed
Just skin
So I looked down at my desk
And my name in pain
Trying not to cry
Tears tried in my eyes
My name is blurred
The table is blurred
Like a white washed wall at twilight.
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