i ROAM AROUND iN LIFE ALONE
ANGER HOT, iN A WORLD SO COLD
NO EYES TO MEET, OR A HAND TO HOLD
TRUST DiSAPPEARS, AS LiES UNFOLD
SO WHO WILL iT BE THAT'LL RESCUE ME?
AND TURN MY LiFE iNTO WHAT iT USE TO BE.
THAT'LL UNBLiND MY EYES SO THAT i CAN SEE
THAT MY HEARTS....
NOT OFFiCiALLY BROKEN.
-By ♥Martha:D
1/25/09
My poem.
Posted by The Dish at 7:56 PM
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