The Darkness
The darkness surrounds meas I quetly sit in my seat
my mind is racing through
different possibilities
but I keep them to myself
How did she know?
Why did she tell?
I think until I decide
I really don't want to know
The Darkness
The darkness surrounds mezoeyvlad101 commented on The Darkness
05-04-2010
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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