My sun,
going dim
my sight,
seems slim
my will,
a broken arrow
my heart,
sensitivity horrowed
my tears,
gone dry
my fears,
don't wait for why
my dreams,
jaded
my idealism,
long faded.
I am still smiling.
posted by vintage jeans @ 3:04 AM
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1 Comments:
lol!
It's 4:20 in the morning and I just recieved a frantic phone call from a concerned friend.
Before anybody else gets nervous, let me just say this-the poem has nothing to do with the previous post.
I am entitled to the occasional "ramble".
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