Words are like hurricanes
That run around in my head,
A jumbled mess of secrets,
And words I never said,
They write upon
The darkened walls,
While their whispers echo
Through the halls
Of the empty house
Inside my mind;
A map of all the places
That I've left behind;
And in the golden writing
Of an invisible hand,
They drawn up a tale
Of an imaginary land,
They tell the secrets
That I could not,
They tell all the stories
That all the world forgot,
I know all the words off by heart,
I read them all the time;
And that's why I will always be
Encaptured within their rhyme
M.I.A
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Ghost Thoughts
PoetrySelf written poems by yours truly, MIAthePHOENIX!!! In a summary: Really silly at time, Really stupid as well, Moody and depressing And not everyone will like it, Hell, even I don't like all of them. But these are my thoughts, my children I have nur...
