Here,
this is the place you have lefted me.
Alone, lost,
unknowing.
There,
you stand on ground,
while I float.
I turn,
sicken by your
words.
Your pleases fade
as I float away,
into the deepth
of myself.
You lost me,
but i have lost
myself.
Now, it is your turn.
*this never really happeaned. my imagtion took over.*
writen 3/28/10
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This journal holds all the poems I have writen. I dont just writen cuz that feels weird for some reason. I proabley have bad spelling but whatever. Although they're not like a poem but at the sometime they are...but whatever. =) Enjoy!
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Imperfections in appearenes are easy to see, imperfections in the soul are harder.