Anakalia
Aroused Writer
And Yet She Keeps Trying...
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Post by Anakalia on Oct 26, 2008 0:01:06 GMT -5
i look upon the darkened doorstep, afraid to enter, afraid to see what i might find, the un necessary things I'll drag up, the things so hard to file, to make disappear, the house looked broken, beaten, abandoned, yet its only been alive for 16 years, standing alone, left guarded with mighty force, Locked up, For fear of what to come, yet with the guarding the house was disheveled, How, the fence put up years after things had gotten in to destroy, In the fading light it looked blood red, It dripping onto the ground, As if it where bleeding, I saw a hint the disappointment the hurt, a small amount not a lot, I screamed NO!!! The house fell to the ground as she did, Why'd I turn back to look, I should have left it how I made it, but no everyone needed to know what there hearts looked like Didn't they?
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