The Shadows Of My Heart
By sidewinder
The shadows of my heart rage in a ceaseless turmoil, Passions on the edge completing what some forget, Look in my eyes, Walk in my shoes, Let my vision complete in full circle, Laughter covers what stirs like a cauldron simmering, Absolution touches those places where some fear to tread, And I see... what some refuse to believe, Problem is... No one seems to Listen and allow joy to complete itself, Why? Must something tragic have to happen for people to realize What they have? Or do they take things simply for granted, Never understanding, Never realizing what's before them, Oh what a waste! Nov. 4, 2000 Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 11:12 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal • angst
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