Sometimes your words are mixed <br />With words unsaid yet, <br />By changing their deep of meaning. <br />They turn me into something, <br />That you do not want me to become. <br />It's an escape from myself <br />Into me deep inside. <br />I run from you into my depth. <br />And this escape saves me <br />In a certain place, <br />Where nothing changes. <br />Those that can save me there are <br />Either the memories, <br />Or the forms of air, <br />Or the forms in forms...... <br /> <br /><a href='http: //www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CA5NT_XDS47_M4UQ9' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' ><img src='http: //storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png' alt='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' width='145px' height='38px' border='0'/></a><br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-words-12/
