AlwaysA Poem by ArenI count the pulses My heart beats upon my neck. Always too many Always too few. How is it that I compare to you?
Isolate me to myself.
Though you can’t hear it, I still scream Though they can’t see it, my eyes still gleam Though I can’t bare it, I still dream. Covering myself in blankets of trust I feel cold and bare In this world so full of lies. I count the pulses My heart beats upon my neck. Always too many Always too few. How is it that I compare to you? You please just like raindrops. I am wretched tears. You are so heroic. I am itching with fears. Your mind is working smoothly. I’ve lost some of my gears. Almost godly you seem: so majestic, so eternal. I am dying one of these days. Always too late. Always too soon. © 2012 ArenAuthor's Note
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Added on July 8, 2012Last Updated on July 8, 2012 Tags: always AuthorArenStreamwood, ILAboutHello my name is Andrea. I am 20 years old, but please do not stereotype me for being young or a girl. Poetry is a major aspect of my life, but I feel like all I have written so far is selfish an na.. more..Writing
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