Cracks

The tongue of the walls
is speaking to me
of hidden treasured memories
I once had in mind

and it tells me
I can reach them
if I step a little bit closer
and look a little bit deeper

The eyes of the floor
are following my feet
with great caution and I know
I won't be leaving alive

they're watching me tumble
and fall, stand by me
don't take my precious memories away
I want to remember

but I know that if I ever leave
it won't be in life



Poetry by Little Miss Sorrow
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Written on 2009-09-22 at 14:10

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