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[aid] => mick
[title] => Last In Line
[time] => 2004-10-22 02:49:40
[hometext] => ....one way or another....she's always been put in her place.......
[bodytext] => Second best, my child..... always last in line, take another step and you lose every time. Learned the ropes early on regarding temperance and delay taught the value of patience without showing anger on display. Rewards for checks and balances good little girl with an evil charm learned the lesson of jealousy and of how it brings her many a harm. She needn't wrestle or harness the siren within her soul men's follies gave her righteous birth while the little girl does the toll. Second best, my child.... always pushed out of line, take another forward step and you lose two every time. Forever placed within an ideal to further another's goal she tastes the favors everyone gives then she's left while on a roll. She aches to somehow be one's all that promise that is never kept no energy empowered to serve or deal no one's will to accept. She spins on overdrive without an appeal a nodded thought among just some once they think to call her name all of her won't be there to likely come. Second best, my child..... always far from line, take another tiny step and you'll lose every time. Her presence expected all for the rage but whose to harvest what's sown she paces then wilts and wiles away then all that was reaped is blown. The higher the dial the longer the stare she's been to the top and beyond they all think the have they answers for the siren and the little girl to bond. They read the words and between the lines and think they can seize control they trick her into believing she's okay then siren leaves and little one is left unwhole. Seond best, my child.... always in the wrong line, take another futile step and you'll lose it all in time. Just for once she needs a place where her worth was never compromised they came....they stayed....and she was truly safe a space where she never feared surprise. The risks she took to place the order were ones she could ill afford she's left without the capacity for endeavors while all alone on her own accord. Her rage is expected to cage itself and then be ready on anyone's cue forget the mind that feeds the siren just bury the debts thus accrued. Second best, my child.... you've always been in this line, take another selfish step and you'll lose it every time. Chances ripped away from her she can never get past start walking around in a perfect world her sanity threatens to depart. She tripped and left manipulation from the picture siren berates her every day for her stupidity and lack of judgement little girl let it slip all away. Second best, my child..... always far from line, take another tiny step and you'll lose every time. When all is said and done and they look for her one day time for her to heal ya know her colors will have run to gray. The ticking near her window seat gets louder with every moon her body betrays her common sense as will the siren taking over soon. They all will wonder where she has gone the little one who seeks to be free she left while all their backs were turned for she found out she could never be. Second best, my child..... always out of line, nothing left......out of step as it happens every time. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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