Living in the damp coldness of my own reality |
Jun 09 2011 |
My life is lived in the damp coldness of my own reality keeping with it thoughts of sadness and confusion I try to open the doors to the coming day the first peekinglight but my eyes watter and my skin burns I can't stand the little bet of light that tries to come through my window for my body wont allow me to live in the light that I crave so
When I found you were only a dream
Don't fall in love with me
My computer
Fleeting from the moment
What is this a shadow that creeps
Don't fall in love with me
My computer
Fleeting from the moment
What is this a shadow that creeps
Bringing it to the surface for everyone to see
The End
I write
Growing into my life
A poem:The Older We Grow
The End
I write
Growing into my life
A poem:The Older We Grow
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