Sunday, December 26, 2010

American Arts Commemorative Series Coins

I lost myself


As night engulfs my hours spent

I drink your poison from cups meat

are perfect in the pain that overwhelms me

I'm lost inside of me, decadent in my breath 's love

I can not lose this dream

Your black clouds cover my personal light

While rising anxiety in a world that seems real

But it's just sad lie

I lost myself and I am afraid of being discovered

Yet your voice is sincere when oaths of love songs

Although the sun is weak I see you running strong

Embossing heavy footsteps in my old pain


* * GiorgiaM

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