sentimentally tainted,
beautifully overhauled.
immensely scented,
this lifes journey of fault.
it matters not,
like a twirling glide.
this losing plot,
is one to slip and slide.
to hold firm,
to steer tame
i stay stern,
i lose my fame.
to be seen,
i'd rather not.
i leave this scene,
i now undo this knot.
posted by adre @ 12:36 AM
1 Comments:
gosh i'm really slooooooooooow these days...i think i get the poem now (the second time ard)...and to think it din hit me instantly like it once used to...
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