Close to the End
By midniteblu
Tears roll down my face, making my cheeks moist. It wasn't just dear Clementine who's lost and gone forever. I'm a loosely wound ball of string. One tug and I completely fall apart. From a distance I appear strong and more beautiful than fine gold. Up close I'm as thin as a spider web and as strong as a newborn butterflies wings. I lie dormant as moss and rust collect over my lifeless body. Wishing to view the world from up above in heaven. But forced to remain in the center of it all. When will my time come? When can I stop pretending?I dug this out from when I was going through a hard time. Hope you can relate! Written December 20th, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 05:15 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Tears roll down my face,..."