Mind

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by bambie, Jan 12, 2006.

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  1. bambie

    bambie Guest

    Pale eyes, a blank expression,
    wander through clouds of indescribable dreams.
    Cold mist air, surrounded isolation
    flaws my occupied mind
    with either hate or death.
    Something certain will be for always;
    change in time forbids movement.
    Fearing you understands myself;
    help me open up, just a little more.
     
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    :hug: thanks for sharing!
     
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