Dead Weight

Dead Weight

A Poem by Emma Arthurs

I cannot lie,

That with each word spilled

And spat from bruised and torn lips

The brain feels

So much lighter

And heavier still

                         And I would be floating

                         If not

                         For you

© 2013 Emma Arthurs


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Added on November 21, 2013
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Emma Arthurs
Emma Arthurs

Glasgow, United Kingdom



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I'm nineteen years old and I can barely begin to describe myself. I write snippets, mismatched pieces that fit together somewhere along the line. I write my mind. more..

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