Topic: Trapped! | |
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I noticed the worlds changes
have I been left behind not knowing where I stand smashes everything I hoped for through a dream that I had now where am I now Not knowing what awaits in the dark get this creepy feeling that comes apart its a prison that's been made but by who? was it me? So careful where I go so I'm not apart of anyones show hearing sounds in the blackness do I say who or do I go and see or stay and wonder whats next? Am I trapping myself inside, or trying to break free. Through a hall of deception it don't make sense to me but I'm still trapped until I get through my fear, which is me Do I close my eyes and believe in what I see or do I see what I believed don't know where I am seeing a world of make believe through a world of feelings a world we cannot see are they around us or is our minds playing tricks on us not knowing which way it is trying to calm my mind so I don't go and leave and make my mind be at peace. Until I see them or I even feel them but still my mind says its real or is it make believe. Now what, now where do I stand through a world I decide not to see but don't know where my mind is in this world of make believe. I see them when I don't look they appear to me not knowing where their from they begin to speak they look like their of God but they don't pretend to be are they real or fake or just another lying spirit from a world of fantasy they call themselves angels but look like demons whats going on, is it me or are they real through a world we cannot see do I believe them or leave it to be believed or go my way and leave them be because its a world of fantasy but a world we cannot see Writer me: Prince! |
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Very nice.
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awww thank you sweetie.
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Most excellent! Cheers |
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Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed.
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Prince do you have music to go with your words? Curious, email me. |
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not yet with my poems sweetie, only with my songs.
Prince |
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very nice
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I am Glad you all like:)
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Another good one indeed
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not yet with my poems sweetie, only with my songs. Prince I would like to ask you more but cant email you. |
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