Wednesday, November 28, 2007 ++
cut along the dotted line
my heart is fragile, and frail
a whisper, and it wavers
between the brink of hope
and a helpless despair.
no one understands my heart
the feet that quiver
over grassy beds
as they wander through lavender fields
and shards of glass
you cannot save me now
perhaps you were never meant to
all you could do
was watch from behind
and offer love from a shadow
love that shifts and breathes and is unkind
love that kills me further
in the still of the night
i cried, and wished you were here
i cradled in someone else's arms
and drifted off in peaceful sleep.
my heart is in turmoil
but you do not see.
i need an anchor
but you throw me a hook.
could you love me like you used to?
~Macaroon nibbles at 12:22 am
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