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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