Chat Room
09-02-2009, 01:57 AM
With my dull knife
I etched
a notch in the cord.
Slowly, painfully
I carved away
the trust
exposing the hurt beneath.
The weight on the other end
proved to be too much,
straining
until finally,
with a groan,
the
cord
snapped.
I etched
a notch in the cord.
Slowly, painfully
I carved away
the trust
exposing the hurt beneath.
The weight on the other end
proved to be too much,
straining
until finally,
with a groan,
the
cord
snapped.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,<br />And with strange aeons even death may die.
