poetry

Guardian

 

The first time

you took me to the side

and spoke with me,

I was naive and foolish

and let your words

walk all over me.

I didn’t stand up,

and i regret it dearly,

but the time is coming again,

where you will attempt

to get your words onto me.

This time,

I know

my words

will leave marks

on you.

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