*~ Dark Poetry ~*

December 12th, 2005

My every feeling

Not so revealing

The tears that fall

As I watch your son play ball

The guilt that hides

In no one I confide

My broken heart

Which I though was torn apart

Things that I think

Ideas that stink

Everything that I believe

Wraped like a wreath

My life in a bubble

Sometimes mirrored into double

Clear to the human eye of sight

Just like my tears that fall by night

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