The Fragile

Your skin... oh yeah, you're skin and bones. Turn into to something beautiful.

we’re all broken toys,

lit by the fire’s dying glow.

such a sad, tired bunch,

we’re all tied to someone.

it’s not the way it’s supposed to be.

summer’s dead and winter’s won.

but i’ll fix this,

i swear.

 

dying,

hiding something beautiful,

believe,

i believe in miracles.

falling

out of this cradle.

through this,

something will come of this,

i swear.

 

hurtful,

we’re oh so fragile,

hopeful,

we’ll deceive the devil.

faithful,

it will be alright,

i swear.

 

we don’t have much time left,

for hushed whispers and goodbyes,

and it’s a long way down.

i’d like to think we’d made a difference,

but i see their faces.

and we’re falling now.

and it’s over now,

i swear.

 

dying,

hiding something beautiful,

believe,

i believe in miracles.

falling

out of this cradle,

through this.

something will come of this,

i swear.

 

i believe,

in something beautiful.

i feel,

the way the ocean pulls.

i see

all of the miracles.

to this,

something will come of this,

nothing will come of this,

oh, something will come of this

i swear.

Third Place

Nov 1, 2010

• Tears
• The Fragile

Author's Note

Do you know, for you I bleed myself dry?
...for you I bleed myself dry.

Reviews

[Lyr J. Thirsk]

i can relate to this.
'i feel, the way the ocean pulls'

you have very unique writing

[deeps]

falling
out of this cradle,
through this.
something will come of this,
i swear.

Such amazing words. I really enjoy your style.
This is a wonderful write.