Old TimesA Poem by Thescientista
I used to be someone great.
I looked up to me. And you did.We all did. As a man preaches the word to me, I look past him. He sees the deep pools of sorrow in me. He reads me so fine and well, but what does he know? I used to be someone with out fear. Now I'm scared to even remember me. I had friends around me. Now their motionless bodies run cold. I used to be someone who lived a thousand times, but you would never know by my smile. A smile that takes an eternity to surface. So I wait for another life to be someone. Someone great again. © 2015 Thescientista |
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2 Reviews Added on July 26, 2015 Last Updated on July 26, 2015 AuthorThescientistaSandiego, CAAboutThe only thing I follow is a simple code. Family, friends, higher power. With that being said, I will not follow you on Facebook, Twitter, instagram, etc.. or any other form of social media. Give me m.. more..Writing
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