JG (6/12/92 / London)

What? Why?

Flee, O flee, Why can't I flee and run?
What force, So mystic, Keeps me bound unto this place?
What prison wall, So unclear, Stops me from escaping?
What unknown love, So tradgic, Prevents me from leaving?
What smiling face, So beautiful, Wants me to stay?
And, If one of these, Is it worth it?

by Johnny Golding

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Comments (2)

quite good not graet 7
This is great. You have something in you that could turn you into a very clever Man. It's hard to believ you are so young. Jan