July 30, 2012
By CurtisYoung SILVER, Ironwood, Michigan
CurtisYoung SILVER, Ironwood, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
You can complain that roses have thorns or rejoice that thorns have roses.

The wind storms past,
threatening to take you from me.
As I ask why, it whispers,
"To us, you have not paid your fee."

I yell for you to turn back,
Screaming that you are to close to the edge.
You, being compelled by the wind, can't hear me as I say,
You need to step back from that ledge.

With one more step
you'll fall, taking with you, the keys,
The very keys to my heart
screaming at you, I sink to my knees.

But it doesn't stop you.
You close your eyes,
Ignoring me,
You chose to believe the wind and all its lies.

You fall,
I scream.
Without you,
I'll burst at the seams.

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