All the Wrong Reasons

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by *electrica*, Jan 6, 2005.

  1. *electrica*

    *electrica* Member

    Am I really dead inside?
    Despite my false moans
    My eyes are not matte
    They're wet with happiness

    Lay down and close my eyes
    And dream of my future
    There is no man on top of me
    Only money in my purse

    I quit because of him
    I can't thrive under his watch
    He is here, but not with me
    Just tired and disgusted

    I quit because of them
    Should I one day be so lucky
    I will have no secret to hide
    And I will have no money
     
  2. Crazy Bob

    Crazy Bob Member

    Woah. That's goot poetry. Wish my poems were better....
     

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