A golden thread ties us one to another
Acceptance or rejection awaits us at the end
This golden thread spreads thin and flimsy
Life lines or murder weapons of the soul are
Created with this golden thread
Friendships, relationships, all walk on this thin golden thread
A threading dreading to snap, A thread yearning to mend.
One enemy in a million different forms sharpening its tongue to end it all.
One moment, one word, one look
All is forgotten.
Loyalty is forgotten.
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Poetry Addictions
PoetryThis will be my poem boek, most of it won't rhym. My poems have emotion, history and metaphors attached to them
