Pedestal ChairMar 10, 2008 - 12:58 PM PST Candles burning everywhere Shadows frolicking in my lair Incense burning; Self-aware Upon my pedestal chair It's painfully cold, high up there Staring blankly through strands of hair Glancing furtively here and there Upon my pedestal chair This soul of mine, I've tried to bare To my despair All they did was silently stare Though they care They placed me so high up there Upon my pedestal chair I sadly glare And pretend they haven't declared Me "golden" At last my heart tears And I am left frozen |
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