Mistaken SoulsA Poem by Dwelling Moments Of A Teenagerblood churning from the sight of you. A golden ticket, I once kept. Forgiven in the darkest hour, eyes flicker from the sudden light. Pushed and. pushed through the time of need whispered sweetly, a soroe indeed. I give one promise, and that is all. For me to leave, once more. The current that rises my pulse, is not one by machine. But a swift look by a rejected man, I wished that this was a dream. He took my hand and placed a note, words I cannot read. "for thou not to be lost but given another chance indeed". I lose myself in dier thoughts, My breath streaming away. "You are not one to roam this earth It is not your turn today". Memories turn into shades of grey. Your face intertwined with shadows. Pulled back into the realm I belong, My mind lost in the forgotten abyss.
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1 Review Added on January 10, 2014 Last Updated on January 13, 2014 AuthorDwelling Moments Of A TeenagerHamilton, New ZealandAboutHi, I'm Bethan from Hamilton, New Zealand I'm 17, and go to Waikato University. more..Writing
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