ODD THOUGHT

Unburry the hidden snow, under the grave of past. Uburry me as far as I go, there's no telling who and why, yet in your far away eyes, you cry. Why? Tell me you dare not. No one will. That what my life has brought. Yet I look in your soul, I know, they don't, maby thats the sufferings call? Hah, kiss me goodnight one more time, and all my reasons are gone, even this ryhme.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 23:31

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