Walking through hallways
Getting looks of disgust
I think to myself
Are these rumors of love or just lust?
Trapped in a fog
Of lies, twists, and turns
The feeling of seclusion
Oh how it burns
I turn to the music
My only true friend
Where for only a moment
Reality pends
Rhythm and melody
Lift me so high
Like a plane taking off
I soar to the sky
Attempts to escape
Have me on pins
But as for the moment
Reality wins
A contest entry
- Just about anything you want, as long as it's amazing. by g r e y i s m.
800 points, ended February 15, 2008, 34 entries
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