The Poet
By allegradream
@allegradream (210)
June 14, 2009 11:44am CST
Nothing to do but waste my time
Sitting here alone and writing these lines
Nothing left here but memories and dreams
All written down in silent screams
No-one to love me, to hold me close
To give to me what I long for the most
So I'll just sit here and become wise to the day
When fate will finally take me away.
1 response
@clutterbug (1051)
• United States
14 Jun 09
This is a beautiful poem. I used to write poetry a lot more than I do now. For an 8 month period I did nothing but write poetry, until I felt purged of my feeling. I keep them in a binder in hopes of someday publishing them. I like what you've written.
@allegradream (210)
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14 Jun 09
Thankyou very much for your nice comment, please share your poetry with us, I would love to read it :)
