Which way to go? 29th May 2007.
The annex that seems futile.
Hands can seem tempting and gentle;
Pulling strings of my own constitution.
I've heard it all before, my Intuition.
Planned to say no to an angel,
The annex that seems futile.
I want to be lost, and never found,
Fly away with that angel;
So I don't walk these lonely grounds.
I watch time,
Put my life on pause,
and be a mute.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2007-05-29 at 12:56
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A mute.
Planned to say yes to a devil,The annex that seems futile.
Hands can seem tempting and gentle;
Pulling strings of my own constitution.
I've heard it all before, my Intuition.
Planned to say no to an angel,
The annex that seems futile.
I want to be lost, and never found,
Fly away with that angel;
So I don't walk these lonely grounds.
I watch time,
Put my life on pause,
and be a mute.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2007-05-29 at 12:56
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