05-12-2009, 12:43 PM | #1 |
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Vines (amateur poetry)
Your greedy implications are no disguise,
Yet I fall to my knees while you arise You rip off my days on a sturdy occasion, Pitiful attempts of helpless evasion You've grown in with the roots of my being, You are the nightmares that I've been seeing; Leeching away the fuel of my soul, Slowly we've slipped out of control Inevitably we become ruthlessly entwined, Webs of insecurities foolishly combined; Become my impossible, losing touch, The obstacles have been just too much Innocent compassion, wretchedly abloom, Growing its way to weeping doom; The futile cries of the heart as it dies, Are unheard amongst the final goodbyes.
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