Expectations
Finely shaped,
Satin to fall against,
Each leg and arm.
Held up only,
By the finest plank,
Of light wood.
Taking it down,
To put it on,
Only to disgard it.
To throw it away.
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Freshman in college, My major is Culinary Management. After I took a creative writing class last year, I fell in love with poetry!
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