In the back of your mind
You try to keep lonely thoughts
But every now & then you find
Things you only wish were lost
For they bring nothing out but stresses
That can cause one to forget
The happiness that was so rare
While bringing out what depresses
Because it's so easy to forget
The good times that we share.
So as these thoughts come to mind
I wish I were one of a kind
So that these thoughts would not come out
Of my mind's hidden cellars,
Bringing about the darkest clout
Of things I wish to forget about,
Yet they remain back in these cellars
Awaiting to once again bring doubt.
Copyright ©2003 Matthew Kelzenberg
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December 3 2003, 07:33:03 UTC 14 years ago
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