Friday, November 11, 2005
Hallway of doors
There is a locked door in the hallway
And I hold the key
It shines in my open palm
Multicolored reflection memory
There is a yearning deep inside me
That I cannot control
It dulls my very senses
A burden that has it's heavy toll
We stand on either side listening
It's a waiting game
Neither yielding to surrender
Pointing fingers and calling out blame
There is a locked door in the hallway
And I hold the key
It shines in my open palm
Multicolored reflection memory
There is a yearning deep inside me
That I cannot control
It dulls my very senses
A burden that has it's heavy toll
We stand on either side listening
It's a waiting game
Neither yielding to surrender
Pointing fingers and calling out blame
// posted by sinner @ 2:47 PM 
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