The Frame Poem by JENIE FRANKSAY
The Frame
A picture frame was burning,
I didn't know who to tell,
who would really listen to me?
who would really care?
I saw the flames brighten up,
with each mistake I made,
I added fuel to it.
it was me who really failed.
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,sad
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