creeping under my skin
this sensation so thin,
not to lose in the crowd
for a sanity that keeps me proud.
creeping under my skin
this sensation so thin,
to get back to what i was
remorseful for the past flaws,
creeping under my skin
this sensation so thin,
to feel everything that's around
and to not give a stupid frown
to embrace the earth,
drown into ignorance,
close my eyelids for the worth
of pleasure of the fragrance.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
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2 comments:
u want a straight forward answer..we are old enuf now to learn that we cant get what we desire. i know simplcityy of desires is the finest in the world...but in the end, its the last things we wil get. i dont know if u mean a particular thing with ur poem...but on a broad and multi perspective view i am looking in, ur poem is more of a utopia for urself than the one u lead rite now...oh and well written...
:) i guess so!
thanks. hows it going?
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