Very Often, UnwillinglyA Poem by Tango Barraza
i am about to die,
and death never looked so good. the complexity of life, has confused many of us, and those closest to me, gave me things i didn't want, solitude and indifference their favorite gifts, but there is only so much of your time that you can share, i now realize that i relied too much on them, not enough on myself, i had all the company i needed, my mind was full of fire, my heart was filled with whispers. © 2011 Tango Barraza |
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Added on April 13, 2011 Last Updated on April 13, 2011 Author
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