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I'm vunerable, yes.

Hurt swallows me down

Into it's churning tides

Of pain

I float, so barely

Adrift

Though only to where

The wind shall take me

Where I may land

Is anyone's guess

But as I glide

Slowly

Across this sea

Sharks circle

The smell of blood

Arouses their instincts

To prey on the wounded

Oh I'm so tired

Of having my heels bitten

Having to ward off the teeth

Hungry and waiting

My arms flail in anger

I can't stop such advances

Only rebuke them for

A small fraction of time

I didn't ask for one more

Insult to injury

Please leave me be

Till my feet finally

Touch shore

Again

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am too tired right now to deal with anymore guys professing their feelings or trying to sleep with me. I want to reflect on all the happiness I so recently shared without all these guys waiting to pounce on the heart-broken.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 3:46am
©1 September 2002 - 4:17am — missmichelle
1 September 2002 - 9:20am — Metiu Cox (not verified)
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Good :-)

1 September 2002 - 7:49pm — Hope Survives (not verified)
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I sned you wings to keep your heals high above the hungry sharks!
Love you sweetie,
Dee
Call me!