I wrote this on a word document before i posted it but anyways it is mine... my masterpeice


Save me from the masterpeice I have made

 

It consuming me

My soul

I rather just for it to fade away

I rather it not to be known

 

It comes into mind every time I think

As if it were a possession possessing me

I wish I could tare it up

 

It's not filled with flowers

It's is more of a light struggling in the shadows

 

And sadly it is the masterpiece I have made





Poetry by Courtney Marie Marion
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Written on 2009-07-06 at 04:27

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