For a Song
Upon his fingertip I sit,
I don't think I am the first.
I wasn't aware I was falling,
until I heard her soft curse.
For some reason, she let me go,
though I tried to hold on.
I thought she had more resolve,
than to shed me for a song.
Written by Paula Swanson
For the contest: Personify A tear
Placement: 4th
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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