Good morning cold air
I just want to fall asleep
Back again to comfortability
And wrap myself in warmth
But as we eventually leave it behind
And set eyes to play away
I believe we're on to something
On a road scarred for betrayal
Taken away from here
To a place where I choose what to fill with
As we speak about the screaming
And how far we've come
So home is a source of warm
As I watch the ones that burst my chest
So hard and so close
I'm waiting for your answer
1/24/2009
Today
Written by Unknown at 11:09 PM
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1 two cents' worth:
when i read this poem
it comes with a melody.
i think it was meant to be a song.
what do you think?
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