wordedA Poem by Tenten
Opening the lines
Treating my past as present
Acknowledging the devil
Playing that wicked game with angles
These are my wings
This is my truth
The random slur of opinion
Subjective to all eyes
These are my wings
This is mine the moment we exist in
I am the forgiven
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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TentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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