Life

by Cory   Feb 9, 2005



Her life curls around her
like the fingers of two lovers hands
It's sometimes gentle
sometimes harsh...
Feeling like the whisper of a false
"I love you."
Life can cradle...
or it can hate
with the passion of a broken heart
One last tear, born from dark eyes
and she accepts her fate.

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