I'm falling into line, dear,
I've become;
a lost cause
a little lamb
How do you change an image of yourself,
When the lines are drawn so clear?
How can you stop a rumour of something that was once true?
how can you build a life on a lie? Is there point to even try?
Lines mixing,
colours fading,
nothing makes very much sense.
Though, in the end,
you might just catch a glimpse...
of the fragile heart behind my tired and lonely fence.
By CBC (TM)
Ta-Rah!
Love CBC!! ^.^ xxx
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