Missing Me
I miss who I wasI miss who I am;
I miss "the poet".
I miss my own soul
I miss what I lost;
I miss me the most
Missing Me
I miss who I wasPoetry 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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Who's to say | 0 | 11/24/2009 |
How can I think? | 0 | 11/24/2009 |
How can I think? | 0 | 11/24/2009 |
Missing Me | 0 | 11/24/2009 |
Who's to say... | 2 | 03/16/2009 |
How can I think? | 2 | 03/16/2009 |
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