Control, To Have Or To Lack
this emotion that i feel,
is it hope or is it death.
i think that ive got full control,
then take my final breath.
I wish upon my star,
And try hard to stay strong.
I think that I've got full control,
Then break down writing songs.
In my own space I think,
Trembling to myself.
I dwell on what has happened,
Then I hide it on my shelf.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011
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