Nightingale
Watch the windows to her soul,how they kill without control.
She wants it all but knows it too,
that life has colour, a touch of blue.
She keeps it all in a heart shaped box,
with flowers, candles and two locks.
The world is small to such eyes;
nothing is true but the big, bad lies.
Poetry by Vicious V
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Written on 2005-07-31 at 01:52
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