But We Aren'tA Poem by ZiShe is the salt in the wound she, herself, made on my heart She is the thing that can keep me up at night, wondering She is the reason I cannot concentrate when I'm away form her She is the only thing that I can see when I am with her She is the hope I hold onto as each hopeless day passes by She is the rose, ever blooming and beautiful, amazing She is the person I wish was always by my side, day and night She is the one who does not want me She is © 2011 Zi |
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3 Reviews Added on June 23, 2011 Last Updated on June 23, 2011 AuthorZiValley Stream, NYAboutWelcome to The Academy for Tortured Souls, I'll be your instructor... Well, that used to be me... I wrote the old bio when I first joined several years ago. I was an emotionally unstable teenager w.. more..Writing
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