.......A Poem by brianna vega
i dont know what to think of this moment or of you.
as music fills the room making it less empty you wouldnt look at me when i stated that i cannot follow ill be there in spirit my dear my past has wrapped its metal bars around me as i face the judge and he pounds against his podium i will hold your image in my mind like the last string of silver iron hope.
© 2011 brianna vega |
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