Picture-Perfect

A Poem by LeAnn Taylor

Today's Dreams,

Are flown

On yesterday’s wings

Screams that my heart cries

Are not heard,

In the black and white crowed

All is hidden

With a mask,

Of a Picture-Perfect laugh

Guarding thoughts and fears

Of a nameless face

Yesterday’s wings

Are carried

By the fear of tomorrow

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Added on September 5, 2011
Last Updated on September 5, 2011

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