Prisms
this faction of innocence of will
self destructing itself within
with a jagged brittle pill
a snowflake as simple as can be
embeds itself within the darkness
crying out my name
surender my soul unto your heart
but we are so many miles apart
could i never hold our hand
conundrum of prisms in the light
is a jail for my emotions
i cant see myself tonight
ever gentle my feelings are for you
locked up in this dungeon
far away from you
i wonder do you ever feel the same
imprisioned inside your mind
do you ever feel the pain
a snowflake as simple as can be
embeds itself within the darkness
crying out my name
Copyright © Matt Doe | Year Posted 2007
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