The heart of a poet. A strange and curious thing. Marked with a promise to myself be true. Understanding not all the things we do. The mind of the poet sometimes confused. Lost in the moment like most things we do.
Hard today to realize the only truth I know.is caught up in the places I'd really like to go, The dreams of a madman within my broken shell entering eternity with out the thought of hell.
I've fallen in the light only to see your face. Lost in the illusion without a trace. Hardened and calised marked by time. only to see the creation of another rhyme.
Solitude and misery a battle to be won. like all the dreams of this heart now gone.Now a truth to those who carry on. Lost in the shadows Till this life is gone......
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