To Myself Poem by poem whore
To Myself
A picture in my mind
remembers all the thoughts
that have been lost in time
The ice around my heart
keeps my feeling locked
inside
I walk around
and wonder
what is life
does it come in a glass
or is it sold on a shelf
can I buy peace of mind
I think no
it's all
iced up and locked inside
allow your-self to feel
learn to grow and heal
and to walk away from things that
R not real
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