Portrait of Confusion
You ask me what I feelYou ask me how I am
But maybe I can't answer
because I don't understand
what is inside, what I think
or who I am.
Portrait of Confusion
You ask me what I feelPoetry 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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Portrait of Confusion | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
Can't | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
Life Lesson | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
The Other Side of the Mirror | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
She | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
A Glimpse of Reality | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Time | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
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