Can I trust you?A Poem by Mya Q
Swift and hungry you came
like a desperado Sort of pungent, cress. The twelfth I think. Though granny would know exacly She's a snoop to know about every fiasco. Even if it's not. She knows, the clack of your shoes, even the way they sound when you pass on the gravel in our yard. But my question is to you. Can I trust you? Can you hold all my secretes? Or will this be a playback of the last? Oh no not the last! The one before maybe, the ricochet of his bullet won't be so bad. But can I trust you? Or is opening up my heart, a mistake? Will you take it and break it and bury it in the gravel in our yard? Will granny no longer hear the clack of your shoes? © 2016 Mya QAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMya QAboutI Have a feeling, that I'll make something Great of myself one day. I try to get rid of it. Tell myself it's not realistic. Not get my hopes up but the feeling.. more..Writing
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