Polythene walls and petty calls
I swear my worth to silent skies above
and dress my fragile pride in borrowed grace
Yet still I live on scattered crumbs of love
that fall by chance from your careless tongue
I vow my heart shall never bend nor fall,nor kneel again where mercy comes so small
Yet at the whisper of your fleeting call
my brittle strength dissolves …
and that is all.
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