Dreaming drove me to reach past hope.
I'm awake now
I find myself conforming to fit a mold
I once fought so hard to break.
I'm so far from somehwere,
but knee deep in nowhere.
I have felt the thirst of those that seek the power of heaven
I've lost you in the crowd of my mind.
In the eyes of my god
I'm nothing more then a whore
eager to please
on silken innocent knees
(my mind scares me sometimes.)
© 2006 Andrea Jenica Esquivel
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