The Art Of Words

by Dimarik   Jul 19, 2008


I sit down writing through time,
Forgetting all my troubles, stuck in my mind,
Without a doubt, thinking "Possibly."
Writing it down, I'm falling underneath,

Inside my heart, outside of me,
I look for the answers that lie within me,

Though some things I cannot bare,
The emotion it costs, writing in despair,

But these words of mine, reflect on me,
Forgetting all my troubles, the reality in me,

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