I used to write poems and such all the time, but I stopped, and this is the first thing I've written in a while. I figured I'd put it up here:
Close enough to touch
Yet far too far to hear
I can see you next to me
So far and yet so near
Smile, but do not wave
Pass on separate sides
A meter becomes a mile
With no one to confide
Months stretch out like years
I'm falling out of time
Quicksand pathways slow my tread,
Why is caring such a crime?
Randomness really.
Em
26 April 2008
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2 comments:
*hug*
Nice poem!!You have to conyinue writing!!!!!!
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