Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, March 08, 2007

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My heart of paper, the scissors you control.
snip, cut confetti, fallen on my soul.

The screams in silence, won't let me sleep,
so word by word I write, with the tears of
life I weep.

Can you not feel the desperation in the night,
the loneliness that struggles, to want to hold
you tight?

Darkness surrounding, sounds of despair,
Where is my sunshine ? damn I need him
here.


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