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Quicksand
each petal falls to the ground
with a he loves me not
all the hurt that is found
the happiness that is lost
Work your way through the dirt
only to find your stuck in quicksand
you pray for your prince to come along
to give you his saving hand.
you build up all your hopes
and they shatter to the floor
as he tells you he needs someone, something more
more pretty? more caring?
more funny? more daring?
as you sink in the mud
of heartache and pain
you realize you fall in these traps
day after day
instead of waiting for some man,
trust in yourself
you dont need his helping hand
to get out of this mess
Wow, this one is really good. Your poems are awesome, I can feel I relate to some of them. :)