I will win
You hit me hard
You played your cards
You broke a glass
And caught the shards
you broke my heart
tore it apart
You left me here
Nowhere to start
So the story goes
and no one knows
how I fade to dust
Like a forgotten rose
But I won’t give in
Brush off my skin
Stand up and fight
Until I win
You made me strong
When days were long
You thought I broke
But you were wrong
I’m back to fight
in the frail moonlight
and I will win
In the day or night
This poem is about:
Me