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Bede Sep 17
The bad may come in threes,
But you were not that.
Tragedy echoes not
The feelings within me.

You are the Great Third,
The final of the trio
The golden sheft of wheat
Given to the gods of autumn.

You are the shining sun
A glorious ray of light
But a cloud rolls past you, dear
Shadowing your might.

The tragedy may have been me
But twas it not you.
You may have torn my soul apart
But you can mend it anew.
If not I have a sewing thread, and that will have to do.
But it will break, may no mistake, the moment i think of you
B D Caissie Sep 5
It’s never good when you find out there’s strings attached. It’s even worse when you find out you’re the puppet.

A M Ryder Aug 16
The arrow endures
The bow string's tension
So that in the release
It can become
More than itself
Anastasia Jul 8
Do it
Cut the string
And it
Ruin me
Sever your ties
**** it
Slice at my heartstrings
Destroy my dreams
Massacre the thread
So that you can't put it back together
Make me cry
Want to d i e
That's what you want, isn't it
To ruin me
Johnny walker Jun 14
I was touched by Angel who rescured me from depth of
my darkest nightmare for I
had sunken to my lowest
that have ever been
An Angel  reached so deep Inside me without me feeling pain to tie a string of light around my heart so that
even my darkening soul
began to
A string light placed by an Angel gifted to me from Heaven above to
save my soul for my soul
was dying when an this
Angel saved my very
 And the Angel who placed
a string of light around my heart that allowed my soul
to see took me from my
darkest nightmares
out towards the
was that of my wife to be
her name was Helen she saved my soul when I was dying for a soul that lost
the light Is a soul that
lives no
An Angel sent from above to save my soul from the very depth of darkness who bought back light I could no longer see
Anne J May 14
Claw my big heart out
String my organs to a big tree
Break my ripped neck out
The second haiku for my project
Pyrrha Apr 26
Abusing his kindness
Is like giving a child a kite
Then cutting the string
Erian Apr 9
When I'm with you
My worries
My cares
My wounds
Blows away
Gone like a kite
With its string held
In your grasp
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