Art & Sadness
By Abilene
Pondering on the duration of these meetings While imagining a place where the wind Can lift me up and take me afar Are you inside my haze? Alive with my pain...yet? I write, you see, this is my life I write for my life And it's bound like a hard secret A secret to be told and broken And I broken, my face in heartfelt ruin Majesty Secret, a large meaningless whorl A whorl of intoxicating kiss and forever branded guilt My life- I write for art & sadness. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Sep 12 2002 07:18 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Pondering on the duration of these meetings..."