Timid
He wants,
but does not take.
He claims,
but fails to prove.
He loves,
but cannot say.
Only in their absence,
can he.
But they are
not him,
yet, he tends
to their whim.
As if they matter.
Look with your heart,
not through
everyone else.
Or so be,
by yourself,
Shattered.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Mother. | 0 | 03/06/2013 |
| Trudge | 0 | 03/01/2013 |
| Discovery | 1 | 02/20/2013 |
| Timid | 0 | 02/20/2013 |
| Dice | 0 | 02/20/2013 |
| Voices | 2 | 02/20/2013 |
| Grim | 1 | 02/20/2013 |
| Violet | 0 | 02/20/2013 |
| BEFORE I CONTINUE! | 0 | 02/20/2013 |
| Always Deciding | 0 | 02/20/2013 |
| Forgive | 1 | 11/27/2010 |
| Missing Pieces | 4 | 09/15/2010 |
| The Raven | 1 | 04/21/2010 |
| Lost Wings | 1 | 04/18/2010 |
| You are | 3 | 04/05/2010 |
| Mist | 7 | 02/18/2010 |
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