Sunday 7 October 2007

Enchanted


Prowling in the night,
Hiding ‘neath my fright,
Manipulate my sight…
Thief…

Whenever you steal
My punishment’s real,
You gave me sorrow.

Invading my own value,
Parading my shy security,
While gripping my innocence…
Thief…

Whenever you steal
My punishment’s real,
You gave me sorrow.

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