*Never let the hand you hold be the one to hold you down*
Stepping over lines
in a haze
not knowing,
wrong from right,
she was led along
by one she trusted.
Fears, and secrets,
confided in privacy,
she had a friend
better than any other.
That's what she thought.
Venomous love bites
spread the truth
like a web across her skin
patterned in guilt,
and blameless shame,
and unwanted loss.
And this time she left,
stepped over lines again.
Thin red lines.
A contest entry
- 20 qoutes!!!!!!! Dark Poetry by CazzieJade.
330 points, ended December 26, 2006, 12 entries
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wonderful
This was a great write. I likes it's flow as well as it's meaning. I hope tp get to read more of your writings in the future. Your very gifted.
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