for my dear friend Drew...
You and I, wrapped up
we are in our shells,
our shells of shared sacrifice.
How convenient to pass the chance
due to circumstance.
But you are just like me.
Would we be tormented
if our walls were to crumble,
or be crumbled? Would we die,
or would we endure?
I remember when I felt free;
my last moments of freedom
before my innocence was
stolen from me.
Poetry by Victoria Lucas
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Written on 2007-12-27 at 05:19
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Cancers
So mysterious aren't we?You and I, wrapped up
we are in our shells,
our shells of shared sacrifice.
How convenient to pass the chance
due to circumstance.
But you are just like me.
Would we be tormented
if our walls were to crumble,
or be crumbled? Would we die,
or would we endure?
I remember when I felt free;
my last moments of freedom
before my innocence was
stolen from me.
Poetry by Victoria Lucas
Read 676 times
Written on 2007-12-27 at 05:19
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