broken dream

November 26, 2009
I wrote it all on paper
And it only amounted to words
Words that if ever were barley heard
Now that I sing them out loud
I’m not proud
When criticism arise from the surrounding the crowd
My voice cracks
Im a nervous mess
But I plan on being big
And living in bliss
So how do I over come this fear of mine
I can’t
So my words will remain words
Written in pen ink or typed on a pad
Barley just bland memories
Of the past

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purplechoc said...
Mar. 16, 2011 at 8:52 pm

my words will remain just words written in ink or typed on a pad

can i steal that for a quote?????

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