Thursday, March 12, 2009

Losing Grip

It started with a knot.

And over time a rope was formed
Strengthened by my toil,
Thickened by my hope. 
And the grip got tighter. 
And just when i thought i finally had you,
the blade hit the rope.

And you were lost. 

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Posted by cmbc at Thursday, March 12, 2009

6 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 13, 2009 at 2:33 PM

    gr8 poem
    but why always such a sad ending? lol

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  2. chaya bronMarch 13, 2009 at 4:08 PM

    TOT AGREE STERY !!!!
    ;) smile - its the curve that sets things staright !!!
    tracht gut vet zein gut !!!! :) :)

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  3. shainaMarch 14, 2009 at 10:13 PM

    givaldik!

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  4. AnonymousMarch 14, 2009 at 10:54 PM

    i get it....do i? good poem

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  5. AnonymousMarch 15, 2009 at 4:42 PM

    lol not depressed....and not tot lost!!! bh iyh

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  6. cmaMarch 20, 2009 at 12:08 AM

    whoa depressing in my opinion- but good!!
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    i mean not good that its depressing but good poem :)

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