ReverseA Poem by NateStop looking at things for what they are but with your minds eyes, see them for what they aren'tCold as hot cocoa,
The sun shines at night
Songs are merely spoken
Green roses with red stems,
This is the way that things are for me
The windows are doors and the doors made of glass,
My imagination runs wild and reality's a dream
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By: Nathaniel Booker © Nathaniel Booker © 2009 Nate |
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Added on August 17, 2009 AuthorNateDundalk, MDAboutI have been writing since I was about 10. I began writing to express the agony inside of me as I was a victim of child abuse and neglect. No one seemed to truly understand why I was the way I was an.. more..Writing
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