My life in questionA Poem by PoisonThis is just how I feel most often when Im thinking of something else i need to jot down, a thought, a poem, or what have you.How many times will I be drawn to the page? Nothing ever gets clearer with each passing of age.
It seems as though the older I get I'm more confused and nothings right just yet.
All these questions, burning through my skull, could hardly be answered, and never in full.
So why do I let them invade all my thoughts? Constantly, tieing my stomach in knots. © 2008 Poison |
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Added on February 26, 2008 |