Made of Steel

July 18, 2025

You say that I am no mistake

Yet you show otherwise

You think that I am made of steel

But you don't even ask

Maybe all i need is solitude

Yet I can't seem to let go of you

Even my mom sits there wondering

(will she ever find love, is he really the one for my darling)

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.