If one like this existed, there must be more, but inside my mind is twisted, and I can't seem to find the exit door.
As I stare into the mirror of life, something doesn't seem quite right, and all my wounds start to bleed, and my imagination struggles to set me free.
I want to just start again, find a new friend, someone who'll tell me a story, even if it's about their fears or glory, I think I need a new place, where I can have my own space, change things that are just frustration, as I'm stuck on the same rotation.
I want love and a clean soul, maybe someone new to hold, but I won't rely on romance, I'll just give it a small glance, and continue to dance, through the fire of life, under this seductive trance, that doesn't quite seem right.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
