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Like an anchor in a stream

Your illness spills against my legs and if I could rend these sick feelings out my chest,
I could make something beautiful, something worth the love.
We’re stuck in time, flowing past like an anchor in a stream.

I could walk out with a smile and a kiss in my hand,
making something beautiful with the ghost of a love that was once ours.
They say if you kiss,
fireworks happen.
In a closed car with heat blasting, and an empty heart being filled with something close to deception.
We need to make the love without making it.

Author notes

I wrote this for someone, who needs to take the advice.
Written October 23rd, 2006

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  • Hello Little Doll
    November 1, 2006
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    I've never heard of an anchor in a stream before but it's a very good poem, well atleast I think so.

  • Lady Silver Dragon
    October 23, 2006
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    Wow... cryptic, deep. And yet it seems that you have gotten the point across. Perhaps the person for whom you wrote this will understand it. I personally feel that you've done a great job. You've put some strength into this without having to make it rhyme or reason.