SyllablesA Poem by Forgotten
I am but a syllable,
Four in fact! John-Paul Crawford... If you do not believe what I am telling you then read my name... Aloud... John-Paul....Crawford. I know I sound crazy, Insane maybe! But in my mind I understand what I am telling you. We are all syllables, Within our names we find the nature of our beings! What? You still don't believe my theory? Just listen for a moment, We must learn a name to understand honesty and trust, With trust and honesty we share, We share our innermost self, We share our emotions and within our emotions? We find the nature of our being. Am I crazy or insane? Maybe my theory does not add up, but when it comes down to it what do we learn? To learn emotion we must learn trust, To learn trust we must learn a name, Within my name the syllables lie, Crazy? Well that's for you to decide.
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Added on October 14, 2012Last Updated on October 14, 2012 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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