1 Rumor
she said you said
always the same game
never knowing the new story about yourself
never knowing what to expect
it always returns
as a brander ready to
burn
you tell one or even none
yet seven lies,
crazy stories,
that have been manipulated,
all untrue to you,
are knocking on your front door
waiting to push you to the floor
to the ones who know nothing
its just another story
to pass along
to crush you
to make you fall
stumble so deep you cant grasp on
you are now too far from the one rumor
that began it all
Copyright © Tori Pringle | Year Posted 2006
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