Cold, Lonely, and Forgotten
By Soul Churner
Played through a symphony of cigar and cap, Tap, Tap, Typing his work on the keyboard. Singing a song of a two edged sword, Contradicting what real feelings are. The artist who paints with words, Sees hisself As one not creating the clear picture. Having trouble communicating by himself He holds onto the problems of being left, Cold, lonely, and forgotten.I had a picture of Dreamweaver in my head while I was writing this. Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 08:44 AM PST, wendy tyler 0 • 9
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