Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Sunday, 5 February 2012
how could i ever get t' the point wher'a
thought like that could hold any kind of truth
foolish like chasing wind never listening never
acting with reverence fabricating false proof
cutting deep now not only in this broken mind
but too the divine one who guides my twisted
heart through this storm of imaginary angst, why
allow these wisps of smoke to control? gifted
is this heart for there lies behind the cloud
of poison Love and though light seems so far now
and i may feel like on the brink. she shows how
to lighten up lift the eyes to the future for this is simply a fools confusion and this problem holds only nonsense purity holds the key all it takes is ....
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