bound by silver threads,
are we too much--
too soon,
too long?
my mind's sharp twists tear me apart day by day,
a gentle touch,
a soft whisper--
so wrong,
so right...
i pray the fates may be kind,
that i may shatter easily.
my blood spills with the thought...
sadly;
without you,
i become the monster you found me as...
i feel you slipping--
i feel you shedding this life i am part of,
now i curl up to fade away...
to make the same mistakes,
to fall in the same large void i once knew so well.
stuck in a life i can't leave behind...
a victim of trust.
why does it have to be this way?
why did i love?
sliding down a spider web,
just to be lunch to my presumptions.
why can't i live myself,
as myself,
by myself?!!
why can't it be easier?
why does this dredful thought hurt so?
the broken glass rains down;
another day,
another storm...
let it all just be a dream,
let me trust in man kind...
loosing faith,
loosing ground,
let it die like the embers inplace of where i once had a heart.

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kinda repetitious, but it conveys my original thought... 

Nice.

I truely enjoy this one...I think I"ll leave it at that

        (.... again, the tears of the world)

(linked to the new poetry conf)

for some reason I"ve bee drawn to reread this quite a lot lately, and
I"ve realized that the last line seems a bit stretched out.. you
wouldn't beat me senseless for suggesting maybe breaking it up a little
would you?

Hey, Zoe, I really like this!

i really like this one!!!!!!! i think you have a lot of talent

I'll tell her to look back in here to see that comment

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