Done
Hands shaky
Heart beating
Mind racing
Body shaking
I just want to burst
I want to let it out
Why do I invest myself
Why do I give myself
Take a piece of me
Use a piece of me
Take what you want
And go away
That’s the way it goes
Done feeling for you
Done doing for you
Done thinking of you
Worrying for you
Things work the way they are
People don’t care
Done waiting
For my friend to be there
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Sleepy | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Remember For Me | 0 | 02/23/2010 |
| Done | 0 | 01/03/2010 |
| Feeling | 1 | 10/15/2009 |
| In My Dreams | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| 35 Years | 0 | 05/12/2009 |
| Choices | 1 | 03/27/2009 |
| Under Water | 0 | 03/27/2009 |
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