My Poetry, Short Poems I Can Do Bad All By Myself Posted on November 13, 2014 by A. Long Here emoting into a pillow that won’t hold me back I didn’t need new when I had you. Ramble on, copper crystals drip from his lips hold no weight. I am silver and spun honey a caramelized glazed piece in the wind remember that. Nails break, I don’t. Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related