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Me
written by Firequeen10:00 AM 12/4/04Am one of thoose they all call cute, the one they all wanna hold and protect. Protect me, yeah... what I need protection from is myself, and who can do that? I lack trust of people, though they so ofthan ask me for just that. I look at myself and see nothing that is worthy of all the attention i get. I look at my past and i see, 2 dark big wings who i can't remove from my back. Am stuck with my past and I hate it. Cloth white as snow... my soul is pure, or at least it looks that way. It is tangled in webs of distubsion. A heawy belt of painfull experiences, one that I shall always carry.
Golden lines of power, i am not powerless, maybe held down, but fight I will. The flame i hold is my strenght, my power, my element. proudly i show it to you all. For whatever has happened, I have not lost myself. And as long as I have friends who care,
and I myself dare,
I will still hold on to this world no matter what it has done to me,
Cause light in the end I see. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Hmm... dunno if anyone would callthis a poem, just writing something to a picure I have made.
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