These words are poured on thick
over
and
over.
Tired of apologies
and sick of antiquated rhymes.
Hand in hand we leaped through minefields
and chased after cars,
learning to fend for ourselves
in the waging war of diction and lines.
Some battles were lost,
others were conquered.
Through beauty and heartbreak-
we won this, together.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
These words are poured on thick
over
and
over.
Tired of apologies
and sick of antiquated rhymes.
Hand in hand we leaped through minefields
and chased after cars,
learning to fend for ourselves
in the waging war of diction and lines.
Some battles were lost,
others were conquered.
Through beauty and heartbreak-
we won this, together.
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