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i was looking thru some of the old post on my xanga... and i found this poem i wrote a while ago (over a year, actually) and i decided to post it here.
these cold, lonely corridors are empty,it seems
nothing here but old,broken dreams
but as i walk these old,musty halls
i can faintly hear your soft footfalls
and my heart starts to race
as i feel your embrace
you're heartbeat is so close to mine
and i know that everything will soon be fine
but then i wake to find it's all a dream
you're not really there
and you don't really care.
 wiccanrenegade · Sat Oct 14, 2006 @ 06:47pm · 1 Comments |
