Sunday, June 12, 2011

POETRY #2.



To know that my mind hasn’t been empty,
Like the hands of someone without a heart,
Confused and petrified of what may become,
He just stared, like nothing was wrong.

My bones shivered and questioned my soul,
The weakness of my thoughts,
To know that nothing like this would happen,
But my body became distraught.

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