Dirty

Dirty

A Poem by Moonbug

In a crowded room,
I'm alone.
In the sunlight,
I am blind.
At night
There is a rare
Twinkling in my eyes,
And my only source of solace
Is believing in your lies.
It's a sad time for those
Who are digging up old bones
Because all they will find
Is dirt.

© 2008 Moonbug


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Added on October 3, 2008

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Moonbug
Moonbug

Richmond, VA



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I am a 21 year old college student aspiring to be a psychiatrist. I love writing dark poetry, although I do have a wide range of topics for my poems. I hope to one day publish my poems in a collecti.. more..

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