Crazy feelings flood my paper
As my pen begins its
Ritualistic dance.
Insane voices fill my head
Upon the possibility of
Second chance.
Silence speaks the truth
When angel choirs sing
Their songs.
It’s not what you have,
But who you have
When you no longer belong.
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 3:55 PM UTC
Crazy feelings flood my paper
As my pen begins its
Ritualistic dance.
Insane voices fill my head
Upon the possibility of
Second chance.
Silence speaks the truth
When angel choirs sing
Their songs.
It’s not what you have,
But who you have
When you no longer belong.
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