fickle
date: Dec 17th, 2007 9:42:31 pm - Subscribe
mood: jaded
no lifelong friends
no endless love
they wait to turn on you
a dime or two of 'wisdom'
they've saved up for your
closed eyes
without a clue of their
impending fangs and
the rope they bring to
let you hang yourself
as if on cue
the moment you say the
secret word of the day
a trap they did not even have to set
but only wait
mincing all you've done and said
with shards of mirrors
and trust-splinters
so there's no safe step
no civilized dance
no proper retreat
just the seed of dissolution
growing rapidly, warped and crooked
like your view of me
like my view of you
like our view of everything
in all the mirror pieces.
Nov 2nd, 2007 8:13:50 am
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