Understandable?
I know its hard for you to understand,
What Im going through, guided by the hand;
Hands of time, time that pushes me on,
Time that goes by, time thats gone.
Whistling in the wilderness, I cant dream anymore,
The wolves took my sense and mind, then tore,
Douse the lights, the unexpected is inevitable,
Life without him, utterly incomprehensible.
Strike the match, dont you get me now?
The show is ending, curtain call, final bow.
In this small town, here lie my big thoughts,
Life is a strategy, a game, crosses and noughts,
Sing in the shower, my mind leaps out,
The best part is theres nothing you can do about,
It, Im free, singing to my own words,
Wings outstretched, I soar with the birds,
Im off again, I space out, thoughts are mine,
Yet here I am, making you see, trying to define;
Me.















Comments
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Poetry... should strike the reader as a wording of his or her own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.
^__^
I want the one about the cat
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Poetry... should strike the reader as a wording of his or her own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.
you laughed at that idea though
D=
and i'll upload it soon
so don't try and meow your way out of this one!
woof?
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