odd little poemA Poem by Voice11something I must have started writing when I was 12 or so.The darkness falls on another warm night the full moon shines, making shadows, feeding off other peoples fright. All I am is a pair of eyes sitting there,waiting, watching, just to analyze. Fear is rarely worshipped and nor is the light of day by all My inner self under lock and key is kept outermost emotions carelessly swept. as the secrets around me like a tree grows tall Ashes to Ashes, to nothing at all © 2009 Voice11Reviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 4, 2009 Last Updated on August 26, 2009 AuthorVoice11In a small town =), MEAboutMy name is Michelle. I am 22. I' still finding my way. more..Writing
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