Friendship, Dead Like Shed SkinA Poem by Robert WilsonThe title speaks well for this one...
Nostalgia fills my every thought as I stare at the stars
Your picture in a locket rests against my thigh I remember when we used to sit in this park for hours Talking about where our young lives would take us Now we're further apart than the stars and the earth Choking on the vines of our stubbornness and resentment We're both just crippled ants crawling for a goal in life With no friend to help us reach our own Valhalla I sometimes wonder what life would be like with you here We could set the world on fire with our ideas We could bring the masses down to their knees I have a feeling in my heart that tomorrow will soothe our wounds But in my mind I know that tomorrow will never come © 2008 Robert WilsonReviews
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9 Reviews Added on August 28, 2008 AuthorRobert WilsonMorgantown, WVAboutRead my writing. It will tell you all you need to know. more..Writing
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