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by Miss Lonely Teacher May 11, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / other
You've put me on this pedistol so high above what's real. I'm walking on your tightrope no place to stop and kneal. looking down below this perch I see the steep fall. if I topple as you watch I know i'll lose it all. you've held me up so high above that if i fall i'll shatter our love and break into a million useless pieces
by Dave
Really nice poem, flowed great until the end