This has no name

Jul 03, 2006 21:54


Pen to paper
Secrets are told
Pains and weakness
And love so bold

But in the open
I wear a mask so fair
For my emotions
I wish not to share

For I dont think
You would understand
What I been through
No reaching hand

Scars that run
So deep inside me
So many things
I wish not to see

So these memories
Will stay inside
Till I decide
It is time

Being told
What to do
Who to see
My blood turns blue

Mistrust and use
I've always been
My broken heart
Is left to mend

Goodnight is all
That's left to say
Untill night leave
And brings the day

So for now
I bid Adue
If you must
Look to the moon
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