July 10, 2007


Now all I have is not enough
can't forget what I've lost
can't find enough love
to mend my torn patchwork.
This tragic flaw
left me wide open like a boxer
with one blind eye.
Love is illusive like
flowing water slipping
through my fingers.
Can an arcangel heal me?
100 pages is the suicide note
listing all the reasons why.

Posted by Butterfly Emerging at July 10, 2007 03:24 AM


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