The wishes of my heart
Are the burdens of my soul
My camera of hope is cracked
And my appreciation for love is low
Poisoned by laughter and mocking calls
So therefore I built my raging walls
Faith like a flaming dart
Penetrated these walls and warmed my ice cold heart
Listen oh brain
Do not work in vain
Listen dear soul
To the wishes of my burning heart
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Not So Ancient Scrolls
AdventureJust a collection of poems I've made over the years. Hope you enjoy.
