Friday, February 7, 2020

cutting the strings

I won't let you get the best of me.

I call your bluff.

Your all talk.

Take your best shot.

I refuse to give into you.

I won't let you knock me off my square.

You won't rattle my game.

I'm cool as cucumber.

You can't touch me in my domain.

I won't let you control me.

I'll keep the key.

I've dwelled inside of you for far too long.

I'll set my own self free.

hallziespoetryconer: Poetry with a passion Poetry for all occasions.™
HLH© 2/7/2020

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