This isn't a poem or anything...Just a rambling. Sigh to the rambling thoughts which keep me up.
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Why can't you give me life?
You give me love. Sorrow.
Tender and hate. Support and
Fall down experience.
Why can't you give me life?
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Is this sadness?
The small mar in my heart;
Which isn't even my heart.
Just my chest
Kind of like an invisible hitch in my breath.
What was before?
Before?
Am i happy now?
Loving now?
And when you're gone,
This mar? Is this sadness?
What was before?
Before?
I don't hasten to be melodramatic
But, I think, I love you and miss you when you're away.
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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Maybe this is bigheaded to assume, but I think I truly understand you now. xxx
Do you?
Hm. =]
Tell me what you think then.
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