Rift made.
By katraylor
anger it is, and cold and spare with no room for friends or making amends on this plain of unbreakable ice. could you but know the love i had reserved in my being for you i think you'd have waited and talked to me first before building a wall of gold and steel and covering all of the spaces with snow. don't speak of it now- you know it's too late, we've both left the business behind. i think that, if one or two words had been changed, the solid of time might have been rearranged and we still could be two of a kind. i'm sorry, you know. the blame is with me, and its splinter remains in my soul. just walk away quickly, and don't say a word, or the silence will choke me, i'll crumple, i'll fall into grief's ever-widening hole.You guys, I'm sad... I did something that really hurt a good friend of mine, and I'm not sure things are going to get better. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 03:02 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"anger it is, and cold and spare..."