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Shackled to you,
You know I am.
And you couldn't care less.
Your biddable slave
You know I am,
Just another dolly for you to dress.
Easily you take me,
Easier still, you leave
And I have no say.
One way or another,
You’re not really bothered
Whether you go or you stay.
Tethered to you,
You know I am.
Should I live or die,
You won't bat an eye.
Stuck with super-glue,
That’s me to you.
Your loving, longing, limpet.
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So symbolic! Zorica Vukovic | Sep 20th, 2004
This kind of love - junk love, addiction, obsession - should change its diagnosis and be named after this nice and insightfull poem - Limpet love! Let's put its title in all medical and psychology books to save the dignity of what we once used to call love and hide the pain behind its poetic, symbolic appearance! We were all some time in life, at least once, limpets, so easy to stick to, so hard to let go of Someone So Very Special ... until the ocean of life tides swept us away, puting us up and drying us until we got hard as a rock. This is also to remember what we were once, long time ago. "No, it's never happened to me, I'm just commenting someone else's verses." :)
limpet melanie mae | Aug 3rd, 2005
makes me think of the word 'limp' theres nothing i can say that will be more than the above.well done~
vow!! lak | Feb 5th, 2006
its A REal feel
limpet lov lak | Feb 5th, 2006
when i read this i felt i am in a fethers of dove. thanks yaa
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