Tug of War begins with battle cries
The mud on my face is simply a trophy of the things I've survived.
Your naivete is unmatchable and I am sure
That my strength outwits you in every arena.
Something brushes my face,
A ribbon, but it's not white.
I hoped for your surrender, but what was I expecting?
Sarcasm you'll get, a gift, a reminder
Of how little I care and how much I remember.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
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Comments (4)
oh wow, nice one, Ruby~ short yet profound 🥰
Wow nailed this one, very powerful. Nice work. I really enjoyed this story. Keep up the good work.
very powerfully written
Not the surrender you hoped for - I liked the ending - how little I care, and how much I remember.