Sight-seeingA Poem by Samantha KoshiolWords help me make sense of things. Do they help you to?Barriers. Big blocks in my way and if I want it my way, it's going to take an army to move them away.
You're cemented. Stuck into building a future that you tend to mention. Who am I to disprove and attempt to end it?
Appreciate your friendship. But I would compliment you endless. You'd see a new begining. Full of vocal confidence and benefits.
You're beautiful. How often does he tell you? Enough to make it truthful? Does your energy feel useful?
Does he see what I see? Communication is key, and challenging. You challenge me and baffle me. Glady let your memory harass me.
Tell me, Am I chasing after pipe dreams? Are my desires likely? Are we just sight seeing? © 2012 Samantha Koshiol |
StatsAuthorSamantha KoshiolBorn in St. Paul, but proud Sicilian., MNAboutThis St. Paul native, finds herself crazy. I was once told: "Everyone is crazy, those who admit they are, are. Those in denial are the ones we should be worried about" more..Writing
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