Nov 12, 2009

SCAR FACE


Impulsive changes I supposed,


Were the weakening of the thoughts,

My face bore some scars,

With an abrupt chaotic heart.


There was a scream to call for my worth,


And a dream to be the world,


Met a few who laughed,


And even some who did care,


Walked the lane destined for me,


That ended up here.


It was a place alike,


Which did feature in my dreams,


But the blue image was unforeseen,


As it bore some scars I have never seen .


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