Fragile

June 26, 2011
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I open my hand,
Revealing a thought.
It's dull and pale,
Reluctantly wrought.
And behind locked doors.,
I may learn to live.
And I guess I'll endure
This sorrow you give.

This pain I feel
Is what helps me survive.
So I guess I'll continue on,
Continue to keep this existance alive.
And I don't believe I've ever felt
This way before.
So I think I'll let fad
This pointless war.

I open my hand,
Revealing a thought.
It's dull and pale,
Reluctantly wrought.
And now I know.
My struggles were futile.
I finally see
How the ice we were treading on was far too fragile.





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Mariam.J said...
Jul. 8, 2011 at 2:32 am

I really like this poem alot. Really brings out what you're tryna say ( :

I especiall love the first and last stanza :')

 
Blackmirror replied...
Jul. 8, 2011 at 9:11 am
*blushes* oh, it's not that great. you flatter me :)
 
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