Torn and burned...
By Lauryn
Torn and burned with no disguise You hold it close trying to hide Flames burn high without dyeing down Thoughts in your brain create a cloud A solemn mist flows by your face And places a frown as soft as lace The light of darkness is never ending Your heart and soul has stopped defending The warmth from your heart turned away from cold But nothing is there to turn to and hold... Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 09:39 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Torn and burned..."