Words in the Fall..A Poem by DANGERholding onStanding tall no thought in mind but the usual familiarity of feeling how alive I can feel. Hearts don't grow on trees, and fall from them as ash... As snow will do to me, whispers of the wind fill my chest and rise to my head. Floating in a high, "How far will I have to go to be understood?" Mumbles, constant word usage like a misery complex, and voices swallow me whole. Life is all in my head. © 2017 DANGER |
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1 Review Added on October 5, 2008 Last Updated on November 17, 2017 AuthorDANGERWAAboutI want to be more active, not just on this site or the internet itself. I want to listen to other people, but I also want to be heard. I don't have any friends, but don't dismiss that as not being adv.. more..Writing
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