To Dust
I Am Standing There Staring Back At Me
As My Skin Starts Crumbling
Simply Dust Nothing More
This Time Worse Than Before
Waiting On Someone To See
I Found The Silence Humbling
Escaping The Hole That I Dug
Casually Swept Under The Rug
When They Ask What Went Wrong
Just Smile And Say She Never Did Belong
Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2018
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