[untitled]A Poem by Artur
they are passing us by turn away faces don't look in our eyes their laugh is finishing in half when we enter the room they walk faster then they need hurried without a cause they speak louder then neccesary just to be sure we heard them they think they are so perfect when they feel our clumsiness
youngsters they are afriad that one day they become us old funny usless unhappy unloved
but if they could stop for a second listen us look deep in our eyes think maybe they could see themselfs with definitelly too much make up on face which they called wrinkles
because deep down inside we are the same
12.04.2008 © 2008 Artur |
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Added on April 12, 2008 AuthorArturTorquay, United KingdomAboutI'm 30 yrs old Polish guy lost in world. Born in Poland, but for almost forur years living in UK, in Devon. Trying to enjoy every minute in here. I found myself other half, and I think about myself a.. more..Writing
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