Friday, October 10, 2008

poetry is easy.
it's all about when to keep writing
and when to go to sleep.

everything else is awful.

Fabricated by Anonymous at 11:20:00 PM

...and then there was

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Silent Words Across A Screen.
How Could They Mean So Much To Me.
I Promised Myself I Would Not Cry.
Then A Silent Tear Falls From My Eye.

What Did I Do, What Did I Say,
To Make You Change Your Mind, The Day You Went Away.
Everyday, Waiting For A Sign
To Let Me Know, You Might Still Want To Be Mind.

Andother Day Comes And Goes,
I Want To Write, But I Can't, I Know.
You Said You Needed Me More Than I Needed You,
Why Would You Say That, If You Knew It Wasn't True?



English Poetry

4:13 PM

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