MY MIND

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MY MIND

MY MIND
Broken peices on my floor.
Its ok i'll hurt no more.
My emptiness is such a wide open
space.
But i know you will never it
in my face.
I pretend im doing just fine.
And for you i'll try
to set aside.
My ever so
shatterd mind.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

juliana47’s Poems (14)

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Vain Image 1
Why Don't You Love Me Anymore 0
Painful Tears 0
LAZY RAINY DAYS 2
MAGIC CLOCK 0
MY MIND 0
ALONE 1
MASTERPIECE 0
AWAKE 0
MY LAST TEAR 1
AWAY FROM YOU 0
KISSES 0
ONE WISH 3
kisses 1