Sometimes i did
just fear the stay
sometimes i wished
i could run away
sometimes evrerything
got cruel and unkind
sometimes i had to clear
the thoughts of my mind
sometimes the darkness
filled me with fright
sometimes i'd to burn
to spread the light
sometimes i sculptured
the skeletons of my past
sometimes i was well off
with those burials in my heart
sometimes the flames
flared like a raging fire
sometimes i knew
i was tested in a Goldsmith's yard
Thursday, July 3, 2008
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