of loveA Poem by Krista Laraine
With great difficulty
I make my way through the world, like others before, but mine. A journey made easier by an ever-fading exterior. Limits set and broken, and I have not recovered. Notebooks filled with dark, precise handwriting surround me, telling tales of tears, of wasted dreams. Ghosts from other lives revisit to remind me that they are dead, and still I wonder what it means. There is a method to the madness, at least, I must believe, to keep it up and spinning, always in the same dress. Searching for the next perfect waltz, forever winning... forever lost. © 2008 Krista LaraineReviews
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1 Review Added on February 13, 2008 AuthorKrista LaraineVTAboutThere is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..Writing
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