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by Megan Sue Feb 23, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I felt it slipping there I pleaded with you - beware. Green eyes when I cry, Look at me try and try. Talk to me, I'm feeling weak, Give the strength for my heart to speak I don't want to lose my grip, Help me make the pieces fit. Silence seeps into our home, Ignore - retreat to your zone. It's on the edge of my fingertips, Now what ... quick. before it slips!