The Untold Story

March 2, 2011
I made up a world of magic,
because my life is simply tragic.
I started from dust,
and it became lust.
Oh, how happy it made me feel.

I stare at nothing but light,
to face the fright,
of an unhappy childhood dream.
I sat back to watch,
what my mind had brought up,
and it couldn't help but beam.

I made up a world of magic,
to cover up the tragic,
of an unhappy childhood dream,
and how all that is left is dust
and now it's my lust,
and now I'm here to,

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