Me and My

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a rather confusing poem, as it shows the meaning of my life, what I have and what I don't. It shows my sorrow for all life, for I have a whole different perspective on it, as much as that may seem trivial. What I know for sure, is that I am not without feelings!

Submitted: July 25, 2008

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Wasting my brain a lot, playing mindless games, rather would I be a slut, than a person without aims.

Nobody gets the point, neither do I alone, when I light up a joint, I stink up my home.

In comes my buddy, seeing something's wrong, he dares not ask me, simply he stays for long.

He gives me company, and comfort of most, not knowing about the harmony, that I have never lost.

It is carved into me, the falls feeling of remorse, never have I felt agony, nor true and honest loss.

Am I deaf to feelings, the answer to me is hidden, look at me searching for meanings, of what have I been given.


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