Poetry

Megan


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26 february 2012

Box

Be me or steal me
Believe In me and heal me
Be the heart that no longer beats
Be the box that I lie in on the city streets

Put a smile on my face before the world snatches It off
Forever lasts or so I thought
I walk around all by my lonesome
Waiting for the chance to do something I`ve never done

I hope I don`t loose myself along the way
Because when It comes to acting I`ve got the best part in the play
When the rain falls reality sets in.
I`m lost rather than careless; I`ll let the forever soothing water free my sins.

Please God help to open my eyes
Because I`m tired of wearing a disguise
Weary and cold I sit in my box again
Wondering when I'll get out of the mess I'm in.






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