In waking moments,
unearthed,
uncovered,
unloved,
left cold,
I became of me
what no more could be,
the beautiful fairytale
untold.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
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Poems written by me. Not written in any particular style they simply express how i was feeling at that moment in time.
Can anyone say, "Perfection"?
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