::Exist::
they forgot that I'm here
not 10 ft away
they've all turned their backs
and decided this way
that I don't exist
and I'm not one to play
but what about me?
don't I get a say?
::Exist::
they forgot that I'm here
not 10 ft away
they've all turned their backs
and decided this way
that I don't exist
and I'm not one to play
but what about me?
don't I get a say?
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
:: The Damned :: | 0 | 06/27/2012 |
:: Together :: | 2 | 06/27/2012 |
::You’re Just a Little Whore:: | 0 | 06/27/2012 |
:: Love, As I See It :: | 1 | 06/27/2012 |
:: Utter Desperation :: | 0 | 06/27/2012 |
::Exist:: | 0 | 06/27/2012 |
::Young Love:: | 0 | 06/27/2012 |
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