Fragments Of A Dream
Why the fuck must this always happen?
My life like a bird flying free.
Peaceful.
Then violently shot down,
Nowhere to go, dead.
My life shattered to a thousand pieces,
My hope shot all to hell'
My soul fragmented.
My World escaped.
When all I ever wanted to do was be alive again.
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TearRainsposted on 02/02/2008
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Maybe using a simile would let out even more of what you have to say.
But Rod, you have serious talent. You really do. I actually enjoyed reading this. =]
<3 Chana