The Last String
You have been hiding all those years
Which brought me so many endless tears
Your coldness overshadowed me
With feelings, oh so strange to see
My heart ripped apart and left in the dark
I had to leave to finally breath
A time out before my mind would explode
Now you're standing here my dear
In front of my door, wanting more
Holding on to one last string
Of course I'll help you pulling
Not sure what we will find
---The end or the beginning---
© Sonja Arroyo 2009
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Relationships
are confusing, whether coming or going there is always a question, somewhere hiding in the backs of our minds "do we really know this person"? This could be a span of ten years or a hundred, but it's timeless none the less. You sum up the dilemma of mystery in a short piece with so much to think about. Well done!~Ron
*"whenever in doubt, dream...inspiration will happen when you least expect it.." r/k 2-2009
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Yes Ron...
...it seems like a never ending circle of unanswered questions. Thank you so much for your opinion, I really appreciate your words :-)
Soni