a girl who tells her tale via poetry.

I promise

To say the truth,

Of anything,



I'm here

To say what need's said.

Might save the day

For me.


For thoughts churn in my head

So badly I can barely

Get to bed.


But I should first

Introduce myself.

Elizabeth's the name

Writing is my game.


No, my salvation

From all the nation.

The confusion,

The illusion

Of life.


For it takes turns,


Takes people


And tears you apart.


I'm getting ahead of myself

So let's start with

A day.

July 24th.

The End

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