So, I'll get by soon,
If only you can hold somebody.
Tense, Maybe ill die soon,
Lashing out, I'm a still body.
I don't believe you at all,
I wanna be somebody.
I wanna feel something bothering me.
I'm asleep, listening for real.
Don't satisfy my itch, I'm sorry.
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Author:
darren mcgavin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 3rd, 2019 00:12
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Hi Darren, fine little poem here. Definitely multilayered, much enjoyed. Also, the picture is great, suited to the words I think.
thank you
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