Sunday, February 21, 2010


I lay here with my heart in pieces
Tears fill my eyes as The Beatles & Elton John sing my song about crossing the universe
I can't explain why I weep when nothing is outwardly wrong
So I know that something lies horrible in my heart
Each slow, hot tear is tugged from my soul
Cleansing & burning it clean
Each whimpered sob frees the trapped cry lodged in my throat
Melancholy describes my aura
While injured is my spirit
To heal, one must diagnose the problem
However finding the problem is half the battle
I do not know what brought on this trial by fire
But its purity is remarkable in its intensity

---I do what I want

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