Nov 12, 2009


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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