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coward
by Emily G Myersi would cut my hair
an inch from the root
but i can't find my scissors
a coward always has an excuse
i would cut my wrist
all the way to the bone
but i lost my sharpest knife
i'm a coward with an excuse
i would cut our picture
completely in half
but i can't remember why
just another coward's excuse
i would like to see my hair fall
in piles around my feet
i would like to see my blood drip
into pools beneath my feet
i would like to see your picture
descend down & land on my feet
but a coward like me
always has an excuse
i'll get around to it one day 10/12/2003 Posted on 10/13/2003
Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/13/03 at 02:29 AM Well, the emotional drive is intense but then the intellectual centre is alive. Intellectual cenre won the conflict despite the weak energies. You may call it cowardice. It's logic from its point of view. |
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