It is she
the one who holds my essence
within her tiny hands.
You see
only one such as she,
damaged by life,
can hold my essence.
Looking at her
you see innocence
but that is only on the outside.
Her beauty
is only skin deep.
It does not touch her Soul.
I, however
know this person
as no one else does.
I feel her hands upon me.
Caressing me
protecting me
loving me.
I know what she wants,
what she feels,
what she needs.
It's me.
However, as you can see
I am trapped
trapped within this sphere
and she
she is damaged goods.
A contest entry
- Teddy Bears and Sweet Tea - Like Americana At Noon by lowercase prelude.
3050 points, ended October 5, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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a great take onthe promt I could feel your deep wanting emotions good luck in the contest
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Good take on the prompt
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