Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Shrine

As I had no idea,
As to where this thought,
Was heading with my head,
I knew that the littler I think,
The more I feel,
In dispear of this voice,
Telling me,
Not to go there,
I went without listening,
As I had no idea,
As to why this heart,
Was beating to beat,
All of the rest in the race,
We call live,
Within this earthly space,
I knew,
The more I drink,
The easier I go,
And so with a few glasses,
Of my favourite wine,
You could so easily,
Replace this heart of mine,
For just a shrine,
Of what it where.

My heart, you stole it, when I was the one to own it.






















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