With everything in me I swung
Harder than I ever have
But I still lost
My blade was dull
Your blade was not
It was sharp, and it was white hot
For I could not beat you
Because I was already beaten
But I could see right through you
I knew your weakness
And you knew mine
But you use that against me
So that you didn't pay a fine
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Brie, like your poem. Maybe a knife sharpener might have helped, but then you could not have written such a good poem.
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