Open Poetry #45 |
Why |
N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
People can't seem to understand. Why- I say I live a life of poverty- And. Love. Why don't you come find me? I'm just a lonely boy in this deep blue sea... Love. Why don't you come find me-? Well, They say theirs plenty of fish, I just can't see- That I'm blinded by my misery- Oh- But I love the moonlight, Sending chills all across my skin, Now- I see my future now and again. Just give me one more reason, To, Pretend. And, I'll lay down this scripture to make amends-. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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priyanka Member
since 2009-06-15
Posts 216india |
If someone knew why!! Wow again !! You keep Wowing me too often!! |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
A very interesting write. That moon light can be chilly. i like your poem!!! |
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