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A Poem by Fayte
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... yeah :)

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  So its four am again, & the voices in your head
still wont shut up.
          They tell you what yesterday was like,
how today was & how it should have been,
                    what tomorrow will be like,
& its all downhill from here.

     They rattle around in your head until
                   frustration drags you up
& you leave the bed with someone warm
                            to be on your own
by now, you dont feel so alone.
 
      & your getting used to talking to yourself all day,
you almost always know how to answer.

but now, what if someone  wants to talk as well?

© 2010 Fayte


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I really like this dear.
"They tell you what yesterday was like,
how today was & how it should have been,
what tomorrow will be like,
& its all downhill from here."
That's how my nights have been for about a week now. I think we think too much.

"but now, what if someone wants to talk as well?"
That part kind of stopped me in my tracks. Made me think a little.
For some reason it surprised me. &I liked it.

Great write. I like hearing your thoughts.

-Elissa :D


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I really like this dear.
"They tell you what yesterday was like,
how today was & how it should have been,
what tomorrow will be like,
& its all downhill from here."
That's how my nights have been for about a week now. I think we think too much.

"but now, what if someone wants to talk as well?"
That part kind of stopped me in my tracks. Made me think a little.
For some reason it surprised me. &I liked it.

Great write. I like hearing your thoughts.

-Elissa :D


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Fayte
Fayte

belleville, Canada



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