DimA Poem by IndaBoredDim
The night is quiet, somehow empty. My room is empty, just me with all my stuff. Few things excite me nowadays, life is mundane. Love; such a cliché, I wish it had another name. I’m freezing cold, but it’s a hot, humid night. I don’t feel needed. I don’t feel loved, even with all the sex. It’s a cliché, I know, but life is full of them. Right now nothing is happening in the world; It’s only me and my nostalgia tonight. The lights on the road are dim and the streets are empty. © 2012 IndaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 20, 2012 Last Updated on December 20, 2012 AuthorIndamiami, FLAboutI love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..Writing
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