They CutA Poem by EganIm nervous ill admit to walk those halls like I know what im doing ill admit im nervoous to play improve games that awaken my heart and test my fate I will admit that i didint believe them when I received that call I cursed myself for makin it up in my head for if asia didnt get it how could i? was it my charm? my passion? my love? my work? I dont know but it curses me with the ability ro relate to others damn my big heart they cut... what if I get cut and end up back on the bottom thoughts of "I told you she doesnt belong here!!!" ringing through my mind they cut...lets hope im not waisting my time © 2009 Egan |
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