The Story

[Isis]

Fragmented emotions
Held firmly against the heart
Piercing defences
As breathing draws to a close

You do not see, a single tear
Even as invisible ones fall
Still you do not see, a single scar
Even when the wounds still bleed

Do you not notice
Me choking in your shadow
Suffocating from your grip
Hands pressed on yours, mercy

The cage runs small and cold
But you still won't let me go
Frozen and battered
A body without a soul

The story of my life.

[Yamamoto]

Such effective imagery...

it makes me sad :<

I particularly like the top half of the poem, they have the more effective images

:glomps shaz

[Isis]

If it makes you sad, then Im doing my job -__- Im suprised Im not even crying yet *stabs* Thanks for the comment, Ken *hugs*

[Yamamoto]

probably means you're a strong woman :)

and yeah it did its job ^^;

*huggles*

[Isis]

I'd probably have to prove you otherwise, cause I did cry :P *hugs*