Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Chipped polish
Shattered glass
Sickly sweet flavors
Life is
What it is
What it is not
Hello beautiful
Creature of my
Flesh born desire
Wandering mind
Solid rock
Crumbles to sand
Never again
Left without a word
Vanished with just
A hollow ghostly trail
To lead me back
To nowhere
Where I'm headed
If I could change this place
My hopes
My face
And all these things
I wish I was
But know I'll never be

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