Fire burns her fragile skin as she stares into the sun
She never wants to realize where she is
Or how far she’s come
What she does realize is that without him,
She’d be nothing
Trapped inside her dead-end life
Until someone was gentle enough to take it from her
He might’ve been that someone,
But she fell in love too fast
Naďve thoughts let her follow him to her own end
He held her hand… not through the darkness
But into it
She was so grateful to be alive she didn’t see his real intentions
He was everything she feared
Nothing she believed
But did she believe anymore?
No
Not in him…
Not in herself
She believed there was nothing left for her to say
She had no world outside of his
No soul left for him to take
She was an empty shell… and even that was on the verge of breaking
In his hands he held her life
Pride
Innocence
Essence
She had nothing left for him to take
Author notes
I need to quit dwelling on my past...
Written September 19th, 2005
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FROM SUKRIT
WONDERFUL POEM!YOU ARE DWELLING FROM YOUR PAST TO FUTURE!GOOD WRITE.NICE WAY!KEEP IT UP!GOOD LUCK!
WARM REGARDS,
YOURS SINCERELY -
This is a wonderful poem... dwelling on your past keeps you from moving on into the future... good luck and nice job! ~~Tipp
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