A Line

March 16, 2012
By dhurda471 BRONZE, Two Rivers, Wisconsin
dhurda471 BRONZE, Two Rivers, Wisconsin
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A line,
in the sand,
a broken finger,
underneath this wedding ban.

A line,
in the sand,
freshly drawn,
with her hand.

A line,
both,
colorful and grey,
darkened and imperfect,
the light of my day,
My guiding torch,
my guiding way.

Water drops,
falls,
down,
pouring upon me,
but i can't make a sound,
my heart's been cracked,
found me on my back,
alone...
again.

A line,
down,
the center of my heart,
it's splitten apart,
it's broken away,
it's dammed itself shut,
it's cried as i lay,
upon this line,
where i hold my head every day.

The author's comments:
My heart has belonged only to one girl for the past nine months, and her name is Alexis. She had a rough past before i met her, and my mother didn't approve of it. But, she lived with it either way. Some recent events were enough motive for her to force us to not see eachother any more, and there's nothing i can do about it. I have no way to talk to her, no way to see her, and no way to hold her in my arms again. I love her, so, so much, but i can't do anything about our distance. My heart is split by a line, it's the one i can't cross because my mom put it there.

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