*unnamed*
Empty minded,Close eyes blinded,
Im waistin my time
In a cell..
But wat can I do?
Nothin, till those exit doors im threw,
And believe me ima change,
And ima start from scratch,
Lose the fake homies
And only leave a few in my batch.
*unnamed*
Empty minded,Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
*unnamed* | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
I DONT give a f*ck!! | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
unnamed...jus felt like.expressi n(maybe 3dayz old) |
0 | 11/12/2009 |
short poems from my phone | 0 | 09/02/2009 |
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