Just This

By , Marinette, WI
Dance's alone in the rain,
all because thats all there is.
Now isn't of the essesnce;
as if eternity is now.
Exactly what else is there in this world?

Making it by,
around the clock,
riding on a tiny hope.
Indesipherable; yes.
Except to that of one.

Crowded in this small place,
help me out of this box.
All alone most of the time,
let me out before I am not.
Try at least, im begging you;
really its worth the effort.
You can't see, can you?





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pie said...
Dec. 21, 2008 at 5:00 pm
omg thats depressing!!!!!! write a happy one! :) :) :) :)
 
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