who wants a free game?

What the hell :P Let's see.... The lines of distrust form Lying atop one another As the lies and misunderstandings grow They fold Then harden Then sharpen into a blade Whilst the once strong roots that were our bond Are slowly but surely cut down Our fear keeps us from giving it away But our pride keeps us from watering the plant And so it dies And even though it's all "our" fault "You're" the one that is to blame I'll hold this pitcher full of trust and humility close to my heart until I find someone "worth" watering the plant called love And I'll never see the irony That I seek someone to pour their pitcher When the blade is all I share with anyone

He Dig She Dig We Dig They Dig I Dig ------------- Its not a very good poem but it'r rather deep. lol I just wanted to post that for a laugh.