Thin My YellowA Poem by TonyI've copied and pasted this from an account that I held at another site years ago, and to be quite honest, I've been pondering for some time now what I meant by the title.
Submerged in waves
No words to be heard I don't know if I can be saved If I need to If I plead to And I swim through To the top Or float, if I stop Don't wait by the lake Dig in, myth, I ink O' as sleep odes, maybe move Truth. If you really know, don't go. © 2013 Tony |
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Added on August 21, 2013 Last Updated on August 21, 2013 AuthorTonyAurora, IL and New York,, NYAboutWriting this here and now, I'm 19 years old. But that will probably change before this self-description does. I have no background or experience with writing, aside from the scribbles I've collected .. more..Writing
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