Within me – there is mystery
Inside me – there is history
My soul – the enigma
Of me. But the clouds of dullen gray
That hide my self away
Shield my sorrow and stigma
Twas good when I would let
My spirit pirouette
With the miraculous unknown
But now my passion is stilted
And my heart is tainted
By all that it has known
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Within me – there is mystery
Inside me – there is history
My soul – the enigma
Of me. But the clouds of dullen gray
That hide my self away
Shield my sorrow and stigma
Twas good when I would let
My spirit pirouette
With the miraculous unknown
But now my passion is stilted
And my heart is tainted
By all that it has known
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