October 5, 2009
By Anonymous

I’ve locked myself up,
High in a tower.
But there’s one little problem.
I don’t feel like a princess,
And I’ve thrown out the key.

My tower is dripping,
Filling up with my tears.
I’m afraid I won’t live much longer up here.
The staircase has fallen and crumbled to pieces,
If castle twirls down, my fate will be death.

I know you don’t care
I know you are busy
I know I my mistakes
I know, I know, I know.
But you know I’m up here to punish myself.

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on Aug. 30 2010 at 3:35 pm
sunrise_faerie GOLD, Fredericksburg, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
things are only as dark as you make them.
there is always beauty in every situation. look for it and you will see.
smile; sometimes it's all that will keep you from crying.

Love this!


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