It has come ot my attention 

That you have all of my attention

You're a fire breathing dragon 

You are cancer 

You are disease

You are the scar that never seems to leave 

You are the punches 

And I am the bag 

You are the one that captures the flag 

You are the gum under my shoe 

You are the gum that I chew

That's stuck like glue 

In the back of my head

That I lay on my bed 

You are the tears that I shed 

You are the words that I wish I had never said

You are the clothes that hang like a thread 

In the inside of my chest 

Like the monsters under my bed. 

This poem is about: 


Brea Turner

i love this


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