Just. One. Line.

[strangeclouds]

The way you clasp our hands together...
I wonder- are you saving us?
Because,
I’m lost-
at your fingertips...
[Caught] under your nails
.stuck. between your teeth.
I live off each breath
between your words.
As I watch them roll down your chin
they graze my cheeks
|entangle| |themselves|
in my hair
How long can I keep walking
down
these-
stares...
before I
C
O
L
L
A
P
S
E
in this web of few words?
It’s a thin line-
but that doesn’t make it
less dangerous.
How am I supposed to catch you
when it is myself
you are holding
as you fall?

Do you ever-
want to stop?

[Aaron Graf]

I loved this poem, although stares is spelled stairs, I really do like this one.

[strangeclouds]

no, its stares. its a play on words

[princesskitana]

At first I thought the same thing one stares....but as I started to notice how you used a lot of style into this poem. I said maybe you were really talking about stares...as though trying to rise above them? I dunno..w/e I could be wrong..Anyway great artistic style. You're one of the people on here I can depend on to show an added flow to her work. ;)Great job sweetie.

[strangeclouds]

aw thank you sweetie! stares are almost like mountains sometimes, you have to crawl all over them to get anywhere...