MisunderstoodA Poem by Inda
-Misundestood-
The paper's filled The well is dry, ink spilled And the muse is fried. -never asked what she wanted; So much I took And gave so little. In the old book A protest I scribbled. Hints of the truth -But it was misundestood. © 2013 Inda |
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3 Reviews Added on September 4, 2013 Last Updated on September 4, 2013 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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