Shame had built a wall
Too high for her to crumble
She had closed her mouth
For fear that she would fumble
Anyone wanna add to this beginning of a poem?
Blame had rolled the ball
through the fingers, what a tumble
palms to ears was all
she could do to throw, not stumble.
:D
Thank you for accepting this challenge. Now I gotta challenge myself to add. But i kinda like it just how it is together.
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Sure
Blame had rolled the ball
through the fingers, what a tumble
palms to ears was all
she could do to throw, not stumble.
:D
ha! Love it!
Thank you for accepting this challenge. Now I gotta challenge myself to add. But i kinda like it just how it is together.
Copyright © JessterStarshine