March 20, 08
Deny me,
All that was ever in my thoughts
I gave,
To you,
Your wish,
Is mine.
Forsake me,
All that I ever do, every single move,
I gave,
For you,
Your desire,
Is mine.
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Leave me,
As I finally stand in cold winds and realize,
All I gave,
For you,
Was futile,
For me.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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