clear and present danger
you push me into unexplored territories
if i falter i'll surely meet my demise
carefully straddling this tight string of emotion
balancing Love, fear and (the other)
the echo of laughter nipping at my ankles
earthquakes of hate pulling you away
i call out to forever yet no one can answer
wondering your likeness
can there be no other way?

05/16/2007

Author's Note: a.k.a. untitled

Posted on 05/17/2007
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