what a wasteA Poem by Woods
Don't need money, don't want fame,
The dreams from my teens are no longer the same. An expert at music a star on the stage, Was filled up with confidence but lost it with age. Surrounded by friends if I liked them or not, But as I got older I abandoned a lot I thought I was happy but I really had s**t Multi talents are wasted with no one to share them with © 2012 Woods |
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Added on September 10, 2012 Last Updated on September 10, 2012 |