The old me is dead

The old me is dead

A Poem by karmic

you say my lips have a different taste

but i have the same face

you look at me as if i'm from a different race

 

now get it though your head

the old me is dead

i got sick of following as you lead

 

i made the new me

from the blood and bones of the sea

 

now you see the old me is gone with the light

as the new me runs with the night

© 2008 karmic


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WOW! ............ i'm speechless!!! i officially luv this poem~~!!! ^^ (yes i have 2 say "officially" cuz thatz how kewl i am!!!) :D

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