1 Jan 98
Untitled
by Morgan
Bared feelings
Sprawled on razor glass
Naked truth
Nailed on my facade
Waiting
For who knows what
To happen - a miracle?
A dice that has to be rolled
A chance that has to be taken
Selfish and selfless
Both in my heart
A wish wished for
That was so long in the making
Now I face my destiny
And I smile a sad smile
As I take a step and plunge into the maddening, rending emptiness called -
Love
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