I think of you
By white chef
And this metamorphsis in front of my eyes Which brings a flame to the iced concrete of the harsh world All that brick by brick has built up into an inpenetrable fortress with a door left open for you to wander inside and destroy my fears. The weight of my mind has tipped the scales as all I fear flows drip by drip drip by drip it disperses. as you filter the feinds which haunt me leaving me feeling proud. Yet still nobody knows You. I search but I never find the beauty you posess as on the inside your radiance shines through. I try to try only to fail to try and open my soul let it flow and meet with the one who will spare my sanity. Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 07:58 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"And this metamorphsis in front of my eyes..."