There’s a dam building in the gullies
Eating up the trees of forest
I used love, greenly.
I am no longer innocent.
There is a stone crumbling
Whether it is on purpose
Or by fault, matters not
It seeps, muddy and full of potency
As it builds and burrows through
A hole in the bricks I built myself.
This stone’s for you. If you had a free thumb
You could have staved this wearing away.
You petered out on me.
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- I Need To Cry My Everloving Brains Out!! by Angel With No Halo.
525 points, ended February 16, 2007, 26 entries
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This was very smooth and very well written. You have some great wording here.. and the rhythm was great.Thank you for entering..
~Krys~
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