Lucky You

April 30, 2008
By Tess Cooper, Portland, OR

You can make me bleed
And you can make me cry
You can bring me pain,
Tear me up inside.
But there’s one thing you cannot do,
Even if I fall,
You will not bend me to your will,
I know your threats ar’nt empty, not at all.
Each blow you give, it leaves a mark,
But I am standing still,
Lucky you, I will not break,
For what’s contained inside,
has own pulse and will.

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