Circle

[zebraflames]

There are two of us talking in circles,
One of wants to leave.
In a world created for only us,
An empty cage that has no key.
Dont you know that were working with flesh in blood,
Carving out of jealousy.
Crawling into each other, its smothering every little part of me.
What is this love that keeps me hanging on despite of everything its doing to me.

[parch]

nicely done....very well done...one small critique would be to break off some of the extra words...and this would make the other words more powerful...examples...of, little, that...repeated a few times...and if taken out or if punctuation was added ..it could put emphasis on certain points...i really like the poem...this is great stuff, its just a suggestion really.
keep posting
___---parch