Sunday, January 1, 2006


My dreams snap like twigs
Under your terrible, tender foot
My nest lies in shambles
As you poke through it's remains
My world changes it's face
As you stir it around me

I have never complained
And I never will
For we are both entwined
In this strange eternal game
You my savior, you perpetrator
Me your millstone, me your muse

This eternal dance
Of love and of hate
Our faces painted differently
Every time the show begins
But the eyes remain the same
A pair amused, a pair haunted

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