An Easy MarkA Poem by Inda
Wise words never spoken,
Promises broken, Her summer dress-torn apart. Cold and bitter, her fragile heart. Tears rolling, Dreams dying As she lay there in the dark, by and large she was considered an easy mark. © 2014 Inda |
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