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.
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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!
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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.