A Talk With Myself
Author: WilTheThrill


Im not sure what to do,
torn up inside,
cant find a answer,
nothing seems bonafide,
this type of thing,
only happens in a dream,
filled with emotion,
bursting each seam,
time takes its toll,
whithering away,
i think more and more,
i sit down,
and have a chat with soul,
at times i may seem bi-polar,
its part of my whole,
personality is crazy,
filled with everything imaginable,
is this real,
myth or fable?


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scurrd ( -- Monday, March 7 2005, 05:22 am


great poem
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Terrie* ( -- Monday, March 7 2005, 03:35 pm

i feel & understand the torn up feeling ..

that exists inside.....all poetry has different meanings to many who me it reminds me of how i feel on some of my lonely days.....sad isn't it?? can be a part of someone...yet still feel very much alone...when TIME & spaced distances of many States keeps you apart.....yet it is LOVE thatis persistant... time still whithers away...the emotions become more intensified because your soul allows you to regroup ..when you imagine the thought of losing that person..your whole..Great read...Terrie*
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