The nest is cold and empty now
a spindly nuance of life
cut out
Tissue and cells
threaded as a spider's web
disintegrate down the elastic tunnel
of life.
Second thoughts reap
fear from a tiny seed.
Tangled bouts of joy in a depressive sea.
A Future in the "can" as one begins to shine
Baby, it just wasn't your time.
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
The nest is cold and empty now
a spindly nuance of life
cut out
Tissue and cells
threaded as a spider's web
disintegrate down the elastic tunnel
of life.
Second thoughts reap
fear from a tiny seed.
Tangled bouts of joy in a depressive sea.
A Future in the "can" as one begins to shine
Baby, it just wasn't your time.