Christopher G. Turner

(February 11th,1988 / Killeen, Texas)

Riddle


A feeling so pure, so real,
That nothing could change,
Except the very root itself.
The day came when the center of my world,
Came crashing down. These feelings,
Forever gone, lost in time. Or so I thought -
The true meaning never dies.
The flame never goes out inside. At times,
it is only locked behind a door. Waiting
For you to find the key within your heart.
It's up to you to have the strength to find it.
Have faith in yourself, and your heart.
For you will find that burning desire,
once again. Only this time, will it be real.
This day you will smile, filled with happiness.
For you have at last found your peace.
I only ask of you, do you know this feeling?

(January 8th,2007)

Submitted: Monday, January 08, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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