She Fell Upon Her Own Sword
She fell upon a sword so sharp,
Not knowing what else to do.
Let me give you another clue.
Her angels played a tender harp.
Why do you do this to yourself?
Guides asked for she was truly blue.
Her self-esteem was not full true
Self-deprecation on the shelf.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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