The Fray

We are fading into an invisible
that we somehow can see so plain,
but we do nothing,
feeling the unbelievable pull of our existence
fraying ever so quickly until
theres only one raggedy string of ourselves left.
if there was one last droplet of love
to oil the rusty tattered of we
maybe all will not be lost,
but all I'm doing is just giving in to a ridiculous hope
for a chance...at a second chance...

(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2009.