A lost soul wanders the lonely plains of a far away place.
The plains of the place of which I call home,
Of where I watch the soul wander,
And ask myself,
Should I bother?
It won't ever end up home.
It floats around through the thin, tall grass,
The torn white dress follows its paths.
It turns to me,
And then I think maybe ill help,
And set it free.
I walk up to it,
And it walks to me,
Then we touch fingers,
And I realize......
I'm staring at a mirror.
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Words From The Heart That Tears Don't Determine
PoetryThe Truth I traded my heart for the real world, I sold my field of innocence for the truth, I broke through the bonds that held me back from understanding, and now I wish I hadn't. But I can't turn back time, The decision isn't mine, But I wish I h...
