And so God once took
The desire for divine art
A dreaming young heart
And tied it all with a ribbon
And why should I hate you
Oh my distant brother
Embraced by that gift
I dreamt to be mine
And why should I hate you
Oh my distant brother
I just keep wishing
To step in your shoes
How can I be the jury
When all I judge are reflections
Go free, Oh my distant brother
To the warmth behind this glass
A gift walking among us
The dream that's so missent
A beauty and danger
God's cruel bait for my wretched heart
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Two kinds of rain
PoetryA bunch of my thoughts aka the book of self pity (0_0) Life didn't go too much as planned, but I'm pretty sure that's what life is, a bunch of our failed plans, and whole lots of fateluck.
