Broken Glass
no matter how i try I can't tie the same as yesterday
the other night I heard a voice say that no tommorow
is granted and is anymore precise than the moment of now
and so many whispers of words and sentiments creep in
like a merry go round that screams to be a Spin
what in the world is now the most treasured thing?
dedicate a word of encourgement and up-side
but so many words and cliches feel like a ride
and never knowing what is in store can lead
me to feel like Casper the ghost and be out of
Sight
the other night I heard a voice say that no tommorow
is granted and is anymore precise than the moment of now
and so many whispers of words and sentiments creep in
like a merry go round that screams to be a Spin
what in the world is now the most treasured thing?
dedicate a word of encourgement and up-side
but so many words and cliches feel like a ride
and never knowing what is in store can lead
me to feel like Casper the ghost and be out of
Sight
posted by Max M. at 7:36 PM
1 Comments:
If I didn't know you personally at all...I would say "Beautiful! Awsome!" from artistic point of view. But, I dare not to think or say that reading this poem and many others. I'm just outside lookin in/at you going through tryin times and somehow trying to express the emotions without depending on people and thus having to explain to them. Early on I learned that you have your own way to deal with hardships and it's different from mine-I run to close people, you become reclusive. I understand and respect the difference, but I can't help feeling sad and guilty missing you and wanting you to talk to me.
I once made up my mind not to write here, but at one point, I found myself typing. It's only this spring I started doing it. You can bet it's out of missing you.
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