it's fine when the arrows of love are firmly in place, it's when they are removed that the pain comes


“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds, it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing”- Anais Nin

Clutching at barbs
stuck deep in my heart,
Penetrating the corners of my soul.
Leaning on weapons,
trigger let fly unknowingly,
Arrow to my chest
And the wood’s pulled straight through.
A clean strike
with ripples crawling along my skin,
Fires snowballing through,
feeding on wild oats and layers of scrub
Sucking my hope dry.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-12 at 06:54

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keith nunes
and by the way, i love those quotes you put in on your poems. keep it up please

keith nunes
whoosh! what stunning emotional ower here. great write

Zachary P. B.
as we lay dying, we lived for everything moments before... now even death is pleasant...

without hearts, we die so quickly.

loveddddddd this Caila. =)