lamenting people you need not being here


If it was up to me
The sky would have collapsed already.
And you would be standing here,
Not in the realm of varying truths
Where your lines are blurred
And I can't see.

If I had my way you'd be
floating towards me,
Reaching into time and its tendrils,
Snapping the venus fly trap shut
Not a moment too soon, we all say,
It's time candlelight adorned houses once more.

I grow weary, I grow weary,
I hope that you do not.
For I need you fattened up
for the gingerbread house,
Strong enough to not even flinch
When you're ordered to wield the axe

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-25 at 00:17

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