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A sword’s on my throat A wall’s on my back I try to move slower Keep my feet on the ground My hand searches a knob It only finds none There’s nowhere to run From this love puzzle Try harder to leave I keep coming back Is it an addiction? Or am I just trapped? Don’t know if it’s love Or fear to be alone My heart is filled with cobwebs My hope’s covered in dust I know it is not good It keeps making me ill But, what if it hurts more If I choose to leave? |
This was written very well. I really like how you ended it with a question, like there is a part to in the near future. It flowed nicely and the imagery was great. Keep up the awesome work, and I'll keep reading »MIss MIsery« | Posted on 2007-12-30 00:00:00 | by MinervaBlu | [ Reply to This ] | |