Inside
Alone inside myself
Beneath my outer smile
Can no one fix the pain inside
Despite my calls for help
Everything continues to move around
From one thing to the next
Going quickly from day to day
Hearing nothing but my smile
Inside
Alone inside myself
Beneath my outer smile
Can no one fix the pain inside
Despite my calls for help
Everything continues to move around
From one thing to the next
Going quickly from day to day
Hearing nothing but my smile
06-09-2009
06/11/2009
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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Betrayed (The complete) | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Feather Cinquain 2 | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
Feather Cinquain 1 | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
Betrayed | 1 | 06/23/2009 |
Death | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
Inside | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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