Crooked Honesty

Crooked Honesty

By Allie Marie
A sway of your crooked honesty,

I in all hope stay.

My legs are sore and weak.

I am pulled further across the room.

Dissapointment only presses on your  speech.

My ankles grasped as I wonder who I really am to you.

Once I was a diamond

and now I’m but a tool.

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