Spare Me If You Can
Pinch an inch, then steal a mile
Park my Heart in all that's vile
And then I start to fall apart
(For just a little while)
Why at my peak I feel so weak;
Feel I'm tossed in to the street?
Nothing soothes all this rue-
(Makes me want to want to weep!)
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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