Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Maze

Tell me…

You hate

The glass maze

That separates

Us

Yet you stand outside

Polishing it until it

Sparkles and gleams

And I fight

I scream

And I cry

I’m lost inside

The maze…please

I need to be

On the other side

Tell me…

What would you do?

If I could break though

If I were there in front of you

Would you love

Me

More than you do

Now

Even when we argue

Would you grab me

Pull me to you

Bruise my lips…With your kiss

Hold me forever

But wait

The glass maze

Is there

It keeps me away

You

Stand outside

Polishing it until it

Sparkles and gleams

4 comments:

  1. very intersting my bug
    KJ

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  2. Strong imagery, the angst transparent. Another compelling poem, thank you. ox

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  3. I felt this one...to the core. You are amazing!

    XO, Dianna

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