Twisted

by goot   Jun 15, 2004


Tales of hope and Magic dreams,
Those of broken hearts.
Stories that reminds us all,
How to collect the parts.

My tale becomes a secret,
Born on broken trust.
It will take a lot of courage,
But to tell the tale, I must.

It won't be long before you know,
I have to tell you soon.
The secrets out, the worst of all,
i will miss the moon.

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  • 20 years ago

    by goot

    WHOA CRAZY dont remember writing this lol

  • 20 years ago

    by Charlene

    Is there some kind of hidden message in there?
    It definitly seems like there it was.
    Keep writing.
    **Charlene

  • 20 years ago

    by Flea

    ~Flea~
    Hmmm, damn your poem it made me think
    Still confused bout it...

    Well peace out girl scout
    Luv Flea