Tired
Tired of the same old thing
wanting something new
waiting for the alarm to ring
wishing I had nothing to do
Tired of lifes ups and downs
pleasing others is just that
I am the one with frowns
Feeling like a door mat
Tired of faking a smile
lying to myself inside
Stretching it to the mile
Not such a fun ride
One day I hope to leave
this world and find
A place where I may cleave
And meet my soul in kind
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Eyes | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Eyes | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
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