More To Me
12 September, 2006
Author: Shan
My head is flowing
I’m heaving over the bowl
I’m leaving home not knowing where I’m going
But that I’ll be there alone
I’m prone to condone what I’ve bene shown as I’ve grown
I set my views and pursue them
I’ll do it all on my own
You haven’t been in touch in months
Let me be blunt
Is that how much you miss my touch?
I guess we’ll see when you grow up
And as for me? Well here it seems
That I’m no further now than down the street
We've vowed as loud as real can be
That we'd forever be a team
I guess that just meant more to me
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Tarna (75.17.200.64) -- Friday, September 15 2006, 01:33 am It is hard sometimes when life takes friends or family in different directions.. It's also sad that time does not always allow us do all the things we would like to do.. I hope you both find a time for each other again soon.. Sounds like your heart hurts.. Good write |
| shan (24.211.27.86) -- Friday, September 15 2006, 03:30 pm thanks tarna :-) |
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