A Lesson That Should’ve Been Learned From Playing Rock-Paper-Scissors

Posted: September 15, 2013 in Poetry
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You were a flower
I was concrete
Yet with each petal plucked
My walls turned into some substance that could be cut with scissors

You were supposed to be paper
A delicate thing I could crumble
I was supposed to be a rock
Forged from the hard and harder

But you weren’t a flower
And I wasn’t concrete
You were the sheet
That covered me

  1. Meg says:

    Clever. I really like this

  2. Miranda Stone says:

    I love your analogy in this poem, and the last two lines–fantastic! They brought the entire work together perfectly.

  3. jcrotty2013 says:

    Thanks for following my page and for the kind words you left there. I came here to check out your words and I’m thorougy impressed man. “A Lesson…” really speaks a universal language.

  4. bejamin4 says:

    Thanks for leaving some words, as well. and checking out some of my poems. A universal language is a really intriguing concept.

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