Not Turning Back
The velvet sky of dusk
borken hearts made of rust
shattered trust,
lies, lurking in the shadows
Roaming the lonley streets of chicago
full of sorrow
head held high with the lie
of being strong
But i'll see it be done,
i had won,
and i'll look through
the black and blue on my arm
because i know i wasnt wrong
I'll work through the darkest night
with my pride, and want to cry
I'll look at the past and still feel the
pain. but, i wont turn around or walk back
but trust me, i'm not the same
Becuase i know
I wasnt wrong
poem by Bekki Butler
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