Sunday, June 12, 2011

Poem 162 of 365/ Tiptoe

Tiptoe

Balancing emotions on skin stretched across eggshell
feeling sensitive and fragile
Tiptoeing across how you've made me feel
feeling vulnerable and agile
Longing for your actions to deliver more appeal
feeling broken down in such a close dispel
I suffocate in unbearable ache of the way I wail
lying from feeling compelled to divulge the way I'm encourage to impel
now I worry I need to tiptoe into hell.

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