These words reflect my soul
With the edges gleaming
Sharp and invitingly cold
Stark images flash before me
Causing momentary lapses
And moods flooding the body
Words flow into pictures
Seizing hold of the moment
Tearing apart connections
Forever lost to a sea of thoughts
The idea will soon fade
And with it, I go in-kind
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
These words reflect my soul
With the edges gleaming
Sharp and invitingly cold
Stark images flash before me
Causing momentary lapses
And moods flooding the body
Words flow into pictures
Seizing hold of the moment
Tearing apart connections
Forever lost to a sea of thoughts
The idea will soon fade
And with it, I go in-kind
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