Criss Crossed, by PenToPaper
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I'm always scared,
And I'm always lost.
The strings of my heart
Are crissed and crossed.
I don't know who you are,
Or what you will become.
A monster in my closet,
A beast so fearsome.
Sometimes I feel alone,
But I know you're always there.
A ray of faith
That helps me escape this nightmare.
I'm not like them,
I can face my fears.
I don't need you to save me,
But help me wipe away my tears.
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Posted: 2011-05-05 02:29:54 UTC |
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