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Submitted:May 25, 2008    Reads: 280    Comments: 10    Likes: 4   



I feel young in this world
I feel the harm to be disturbed
I felt the chill of being misunderstood
I felt the roof crashing to the basement
I felt the doors open
Yet nobody enters;
I wiped the windows,
Yet no one seeks in it;
I was crying in my depth
Crying of the person in me
I walk alone,
I stand alone,
I am crushed in existence
And I don't know if I have a place to go
I can't even see Neverland from here,
All I have is darkness
And empty space…
Why is it taking so long?
To taste its sweetness beneath my tongue
Why isn't it with me?
Why is it so far away?
Oh, I have no idea,
I feel nothing,
How it looks,
How it blooms,
I mark no words;
But tragic yearning,
Scorching into my veins…
Oh, I don't care anymore!
What they say
Are full of lies,
Full of jealousy and pride!
Is there any way for me…
To break away?
Oh, when could it be,
The happiness here in me…
The wings of relief
And unchained rhapsody,
When will it come…
When will it go…?
Oh I have no idea
Of growing old…



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