I don’t know.
                         What is this?
What happened to me?
                        Things happen.
Life? 
                        How, I can’t explain it.
Did it get in my way?
                        Time keeps passing by.
Why do you make me feel this way?
                       Sometimes this just fills me with pain.
Should I just go and stay away?
                        I want to go insane.
Runaway into the night.
                        Turn into a bird and take flight.
Will it let me be free?
                        Only one way to find out and see.

Denise
4/18/2011 11:34:47 pm

dear Tori,
your poem is beautiful.
love denise

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