Nothing Real

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a follow-up to Through the Rain

Listening to a dance song

Can’t see what’s so wrong

With this world of ours.

Stare up at the stars

Letting go

And I know

It’s reality slipping away

Happy my way

Living with nothing real

A good ideal

Earth was too sad anyway

I don’t even want to stay

I can laugh again

I can find no pain

In the music


Submitted: May 24, 2008

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Flying Piggy

You know you can make this a rap song because . . . I don't know. It's easy to say it like a rap song. Good poem!

Thu, July 10th, 2008 4:08pm

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Thank u, i think.

Fri, July 11th, 2008 5:25pm

Pratibha

i agree with FP, this is surely like a song...beautiful and rhythmic....

Tue, July 15th, 2008 11:17pm

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Thanx! :)

Tue, July 15th, 2008 8:00pm

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