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OK... this is a poem I've written and I guess I just want to put it out there... Noone reads my journal anyway so...
"The Weathered Statue"
"Alone in a room with cracks in my make.
Covered in cobwebs, my foundation starts to quake. Am I real or fake? I guess I'll never know. Cursed confinement, waiting for tommorrow.
Creaks on the stairs, can that be you? Come once again to Admire this weathered statue. Pushing open the door; one cats footsteps fall on the floor.
My Heart grows sad. Without you, it hurts so bad.
Suppose I'll wait lifetimes, through and through. Cold and lifeless, The weathered statue."
Written by: Jonathon S. Lawrence
Well, thats it... if you care to take the time, tell me what you think...
 Sqourge · Sun Nov 29, 2009 @ 12:26pm · 1 Comments |
