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I wrote this in fourth period on Wednesday. It doesn't have a name yet. Hope you like it!
Chaos all around me
And the only calm thing
The only familiar thiing
Is the pencil in my hand
And the rhythm in my movements
Pink flowers in a box
Wrapped in purple
And blue
And a message
From an anonymous benefactor
Who was very obvious
Such a state of pure bliss
When yes was said
And the night of my tears
Held no contempt, no anger,
Just fear
Little taunting
And my heart flutters
I want to trust
But have been betrayed
And understanding will come
For some
And has come
For others
A group the same
But all different
And belonging is there
That is home
Without the light,
There is no darkness
And without darkness,
There is no light
And so it always shall be
Very cryptic
Unknown meanings
But the author
Knows all meanings
 Beauty from the darkness · Sat Nov 28, 2009 @ 07:22pm · 1 Comments |
