you tear me down and build me up,
my heart like putty in your willing hands.
you have another, one who builds you,
but i cannot tell her, she is the other me.
i love you and cannot love any other,
trying and trying, but the pain persists.
when a caged bird cannot fly freely,
it sheds its wings and falls dead.
when i cannot love you freely,
my heart turns cold and i live as if i am dead.
i wish it was not so, but it is,
and this heart does nothing, but cause more pain.
canini [o2/o2/o7] 11:42PM



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Very nice poem.
KAGOMEANDKIKYO
2008-05-13 13:04:48
cool poem
KAMIRUCHAN
2007-02-20 15:40:55
very good. u worded it nicely and ur way of expressing each thought is admiring. *pop*
NEODARK
2007-02-03 00:35:54