Change.
maybe i've changed.
it wouldnt be so bad.
its not so deranged
to live dreams that ive had.
because everything turns,
all feelings will melt.
my stomach still churns,
when i remember what ive felt.
sleeping in the lions den,
holding on to pain.
searing hope with my pen,
wishing you would remember my name.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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