"Clinging on to an old withered rope,
Tenuous strands of faith and hope.
Distant cries that mirror our fears,
Silent oceans, that curb our tears."

Grr. I'm envious. I wish I could write like this. Whenever you write, everything just goes naturally and flows beautifully. You suck. :) Lol. Amazing job, m'dear. Keep writing. Overall: 5.5

-- Steph <33