What Lives In Me

by todd   Sep 13, 2006


Misled troves on Sunday morning fly away,
I sing as I was the wind,
And burn like the fire.
Trembled cold ice lives in my heart,
Racing are my words.
They twine together as one,
But live together as two.
Roses that are gray,
And a ocean no longer blue,
The daze continues.
A bridge not to be crossed,
And a church not to be kneeled in.
Once at peace,
Resting for eternal bounds
Will then I live.

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  • 19 years ago

    by ShAtTeReD HeArT

    IM CONFUZZLED TODD!!!!!!X)

  • 19 years ago

    by Brisa

    Great thoughts put into the poem