Becca has a way with words, <br />that drives me into madness. <br />Everything that Becca says, <br />borders on the sadness. <br />I do not think she gives a thought, <br />be her right or wrong. <br />All the weakness that is bought, <br />is traded in for strong. <br />Becca will, <br />but Becca don't. <br />Becca can, <br />but Becca wont. <br />Becca feels in funny ways, <br />to disagree with what I say. <br />Becca's left, <br />but Becca stays, <br />a shadow on my soul. <br />Becca does but always acts, <br />as if she doesn't know.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/becca-2/
