A life of pictures


We are sat there in a destiny unknown

Determination within, the body shaking rapidly

The possibility of something possotive

The only thing left to keep us hanging on

We hope above all hope

All our questions shall be answered

A heart starts to beat an iregular pattern

A tighness crawls across the chest

We move to closer to a judgemet day

It is too early, It is not yet destined for us

Fate pulls our hands into every direction

Fooling me around and messing with our emotions

A pain feeling so obscure An agony that cannot be placed into words

A mentle torture so cruel and unjust

A picture that is never complete untill we have moved on


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