The MindA Poem by Moth Phoenixparanoid about love yeahh
I've been put out in show for so long,
and I can't take no more. Played with, torn, tattered and worn, too many battle wounds to count. Someone please reach out their hand and help me, I can't take this abuse anymore. But then again it's the mind that tortures me, things are made up that shouldn't be there. I hold myself closely and rock, I'll rock till every either necessary or unnecessary tear falls. Just help me hold my head up high and see the right light, where does reality become my mind? Where does my mind end and reality become true? Simple questions to be answered but harshly looked upon, I'll sit here and wait. I'll wait till I hear my answer and once I know what that is, I'll be content.
© 2011 Moth PhoenixAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 3, 2011 Last Updated on May 3, 2011 AuthorMoth PhoenixCOAboutHello there stranger! Thanks for checking out my profile. I'm just some girl enjoying life one song at a time. Drop a review if you'd like, or a comment! more..Writing
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