ImprisonmentA Poem by Janie Was A HoboSealed within your amber heart, I cannot find my lungs to breathe I cannot find my eyes to see Nor can I think of a way to be
Entangled here within your hair, I cannot find the daylight sky I cannot find the reason why You have kept me here to die
Trapped within our broken mess, I cannot find the right words to say But what of the right words to say? You would not hear them anyway
Shackled here within your hands, I cannot find the voice of truth I cannot find what else to do Surely I will die in you
© 2009 Janie Was A HoboAuthor's Note
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Added on July 4, 2009 AuthorJanie Was A HoboAboutthunderstorms are nice. the color red is the bomb. if you give me sour patch kids, I'll love you forever. I could literally spend hours editing and proofreading work. I HATE it when people use the wor.. more.. |

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