katie

my odd life/poetry
2002-12-05 00:44:48 (UTC)

alone.

sadly, i sit alone.
cold and stuborn.
chilled to the bone.
hurt and falorn.

tonight i run.
into those cold shadows.
my sucin heart ways a ton.
as i step through grey, saden medows.

ice covers my ripped hair,
hard as rock, like my heart
the world has never been fare.
i never will finish what i began to start.

my fault? or yours?
triumph or failure?
im locked behind chained doors.
your taste keeps me in a cycled lure.

thanks alot.




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