Hysteria Measure.A Poem by Beatrice MarsMy future lies In words I am yet to write, Thoughts I am yet to Think, Songs I'm yet to sing.
I was balancing on a Thin line, The line between tears And laughter, The hysteria measure.
Then I giggled at Your funeral,
Now I'm falling. © 2011 Beatrice Mars |
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1 Review Added on March 26, 2011 Last Updated on March 26, 2011 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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