Crossed
By PoeticMindBlow
As I look past the shaded glass,
And leave my steps behind.
I find that i'm withered,
And these wounds I cannot heal.
Take my hand and lead me to,
A path i'll never find.
On a broken road.. I come across
A line that I can't bind...
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Copyright 2005 PoeticMindBlow
Published on Sunday, June 19, 2005.
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