Creative Writing
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Simile
I was as anxious as a cliff diver,
because she was as cunning as a fox.
I saw it coming like a head on crash, yet
I trusted her like a newborn trusts its mother.
Her confession cut in to me like a sword,
And I knew I had been right all along.
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