MomentA Poem by typicallyunsure
She wakes, dead in the night, frightened.
Wrought with a fear of the impending Crumbs slipping away, day by day, Why does love have to be She’s freezing, fantastically freezing Naked thoughts; life without him she cannot Mind tumbling, loud, splitting screams But still creeps a fear within © 2011 typicallyunsureReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 2, 2011 Last Updated on August 2, 2011 AuthortypicallyunsureAboutI'm 23 years old. I love to read. Poe, Keats, Wordsworth, Eliot, Austen, Bronte, Chopin etc. as well as a lot of modern literature. Science fiction is somewhat of a guilty please of mine but I enjoy a.. more..Writing
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