Thursday, July 11, 2013

Burial

30/05/2005
I may cry,
and let all my sorrow be carried to my grave,
buried deep and not be found,
let my tears dry on my cracked blue lips,
My burning heart freeze within,
and when my soul turns cold, with the death of my soul,
let the wisps be, let it not flit around in freedom.
keep it trapped as me. 

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