Oh curse this heart of a thousand stones
And find a home to grow alone
A heart of more than flesh and bones
And things I can’t imagine.
For every smile upon my face
Is laced with bitterness and hate
Of things I cannot change,
And things I cannot fathom.
I was a pawn in the hands of fate,
Picked and placed without a way
To break the chains of my skin.
Now I sit again stagnating
With pen and hand and heart still shaking
Upon the path my soul is taking
Or being taken from.
Yet I will find a way to grow
More hope along this narrow road,
Load my heart with brighter tones
And throw away the stones.
Monday, April 07, 2008
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Yes of course. I didn't really mean to write a poem but I was going to sleep the other night and got the first line in my head, so I sat down and wrote it in like 20 minutes. What I like about it is it is as ambiguous as the feelings I had at the time. =)
What I like about it is that it's awesome :) Yes yes, I like it very well indeed.
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