Sunday, July 6, 2008

Stuck...







*** My very first poem...



I can't stop thinking.
I feel like I'm sinking.

I really feel alone,
and everyone has already gone.
I wish I could move on,

but it keeps running in my head on and on.
I'm stuck in this place,
and I have other problems to face.
I'll cry no more over friends,
and this is how it ends.


6-7-2008




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