she
is getting bad again
she won't say it but
i can tell
She dances around the question
almost pirouetting around them
instead of answering them
she likes spending
more and more
time to her own company
like she did before
i've been told to talk to her
but i hope my mind
is sharper
then her blade
and i pray that i'm always not too late
she goes to sleep
thinking tomorrow
would be better
even though deep down she knows it won't
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POEMS;
Poetryto all the lovesick dreamers and broken hearted this one's for you ©️luckybluees not all poems are mine.
