fast, isnt it, to forget yourself

seeping through a pastel smile,

I had seen a castle child,

She wore a dream around her breast,

Ambient seams my eyes caressed,

Her locket lay low and heavy,

My pocket grew old and ready,

I had been a castle child,

I forget myself, it took a while.

Fame!

All this new fame... It went to your head! But you caught yourself. Well done!!!
He, he, he...
I really liked this, in a most ambient way! I saw the scene clearly, and felt the recognition. Good job on this, really!

TW

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cheers mate, I've been hanging with allot of punks lately who are just complete wasters, though they are the most real people I have ever met, so that inspired me to write this poem.

p.s I am completely drunk so ignore my grammar.

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