Snap go the branches you walk on,
Taking the path that leads to me.
Scrapped and bruised you come running,
Down through the path much less clear.
Watching you run straight by me,
while I lie undercover behind an old tree,
makes my stomach knot in guilt and fear.
My mind racing to take back decisions,
That it was not involved in.
I hear you crunching past leaves,
made of memories and best wishes.
Wanting to call your name
into the darkening bush to stop your pace.
Still I know better than to make you return.
I can almost feel it as you cross
onto a path I do not own
One many times more simple then mine,
Straight and easy to follow to the end
Somedays I regret not reaching out to you
Not letting you walk with me on my path
But knowing i loved you far too much for that
Far too much to make you live
In this dark and dangerous place with me.
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A contest entry
- ~Another Contest!~ [[[Who Knew?]]] by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended July 21, 2007, 18 entries
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I know exactly how it feels to be heading the way for someone, wanting to be with them and then, them turning away from you and leaving you as if you wish you'd never met them at all. But each and every person teaches us something, even if it is just the mere fact don't trust people until you know them, not just like them.
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Hey Nicely done.... Keep it up,Dis poem really defines the way u feel.... Simply Awesome.
Cheers,
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A very interesting piece. Unique sense of imagery and captivating detail. Thank you for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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the letters are too dark to read the poem without strainging the eyes. would love to be able to read sometime.
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Hey sorry, I didn't realize it was like that.
It looked fine on my computer...
It's changed now
Tell me if you still can't read it.... sorry
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