Pedestal
Up high on a pedestal you stand.
That's where I put you.
The only thing that comes crashing down,
is my heart,
my soul,
my mind,
my everything.
You just gather a thin veil of dust.
By: Been There
Written in 1992-93 age 16/17
Sunday, November 18, 2007
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