Written: September 10, 2008 @ 11:10 pm
grabbed by the solo
harassed by the feeling of being one
taunted by the feeling of two
yet here i stand
feet gripping the solid ground
with my heart enclosing the broken
fingers intertwining with the empty
pounding on the floor with my fist
breaking the solidarity with my wants
coldness of cement pierces my heart
firmness then resassures my touch
vividly i see stretching path
flowers bloom slowly and carefully
hugging the beauty with my fragile arms
i kiss my future passionately
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Yet again I am surprised where my mind is at. That is the beauty of writing.
xoxo,
Kristine
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