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Warm winter night's poem

You could be whoever you desire
Even the depths of your own world.
Because they too are the fire
That make you go to bed at night curled.

My path is shadowed by the night of my own self
And I fight it through pretty words and chants
But even I cannot be as great as myself
For once upon a time, I didn't took a chance.

I lay in bed now, surrounded by my guilt
For there was a time when I smiled and laughed
But now all that's left is the wall I've built
And just another poem's draft.

I'm sorry if I let you down, I'm sorry if I'm cold
My perfect world has crumbled and the birds sing no more
For my perfect words have melted, left here to soar
As my soul flies away in fragility, no longer bold.

There are places we can't return,
for there are faces no longer there.
So let the old photos burn
And be taken away in the sweet, cold breeze air.

© Ritinha
dreamcatcher
Enviado por dreamcatcher em 12/09/2006
Código do texto: T238614
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