Its The Feel Within The Soul

December 31, 2010
The word's i write on paper

Show I'm in distress

But the fact that its on paper

Means no more, No less

The words come from my soul

My heart, memories and mind

May have little control

But there is lots to find

Take a look inside

What exactly do you see?

Some has slowly died

Others fly rather free

You may see more than me

For my eyes are externally closed

With all of the debris

And all that barely shows

Its an adventure inside my head

A trip that's, not so kind >:)

By go in yours instead?

You may be just as blind

There's not much to see

In your unfamiliar mind

Why don't you come with me

And we'll see what we cant find :)

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback