stuckA Poem by Inda
Stuck between the pages, unturned.
Hidden like the truth, longing for eyes that won't cry. Listening to your lie, noting your morality. Shouting, but no one can hear me; I'm invisible you see. Feeling cold, angry; mostly old. © 2015 Inda |
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1 Review Added on May 7, 2015 Last Updated on May 7, 2015 Author
Indamiami, 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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