Everything Apart From Coloured Leg Warmers

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

random poem(since tht seems 2 be the fad!) for comments..

lost in the darkness
no directions- no where
wandering without a care
the storm goes on

trees for comfort
but i push myself through
blocking out everyone i knew
the storm goes on

my soul's run away, eloped with
my heart leaving nothign within
turning through this head filled with sin
and the storm goes on

all i see is holes and they
penetrate into me. in my mind
i know i have to leave it all behind
but still the storm goes on....

the storm goes on, the storm goes on,
she doesnt need a miracle from above,
to stop the storm,
all she needs is love...

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