It all started with one, then two, three and four
I didn't know if I could take any more
But still you persisted
I don't know why I never resisted
Your little white lies fell
Around me, within me as well
They threaded and wove between my soul
As they grew, depression became my role
Those small white petals covered the ground
And me, being blind, fell of the edge without a sound
Now as your lies bind me, you I used to adore
As I fall eternally forevermore...
Author notes
By Hakuoblake
A contest entry
- TITLES BY THE MILLIONS by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended April 18, 2008, 39 entries
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Comments
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I get and can relate 100%. Thanks so much for entering. I really enjoyed this poem
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