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I have a bit of a poem... -
September 16th 2017, 03:22 AM
Welp, here I go.
I was friends with Passion
For a while
Always time well spent
Her presence
always surrounded me
Her aroma in the air
Then I would get to work
Do just what I wanted to do
I look behind,
And I see her there
Looking back at me
With her soft eyes
And flowing hair
Looking back at me
And I smile,
Only for a second
And I decide to go to bed
I look back
And I see her there
Looking back at me
With sad eyes
On a sad face
Looking back at me
I wake up the next morning
And go looking for Passion
But she is not there
Where did she go?
I wonder
But she was gone
As soon as she came
She’ll be back one day
With something new for me
I’ll see her again, I swear
Passion, looking back at me
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Some feedback would be nice!
Last edited by obelus; September 16th 2017 at 03:47 AM.
Reason: Moving to Self Expression. :)
Re: I have a bit of a poem... -
September 16th 2017, 04:31 AM
I'd love to see more from you. You expressed yourself very well.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Re: I have a bit of a poem... -
September 17th 2017, 12:52 PM
This is really awesome! It is cool how Passion is a person and I like how you wrapped it all up at the end.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first