Tres

Fragile is my way,
misguided is what I do
I hate this race I make you run,
and the trials I put you through

Control is what I fear,
this I hand to you
I create the fear and hate,
and the worry you feel as true

Fragile as a vase,
mental as I am sane
You brought to life deep in my soul,
all that he made tame

Soft as feather down,
pelted by your rain
You brought me from my cell and caged,
all that made me lame

You brought me from my failure,
you took me from my shelf
You carried me inside your arms,
and gave my back to health

Now I wish to live,
outside my former self
I now will pay with all my riches,
to you I owe my wealth

3/1/02
ŠHannahlore Starr
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