poems live where life is
and yet I have no life
living quietly in this sin.
So what am I to do?
give up me to become you?
just so I can have these damn
words to write on this forsaken
forgotten paper?
do you believe me to be that shallow
as if I am the waters we are wading in
every time i read this i take it a different way. i like it and i think you should make it a submission.
ReplyDeleteReally? Thanks Andrew. This was a random spark of inspiration while reading a book my English teacher from high school gave me. It has my normal I want to be independent theme going on, doesn't it? You know, I kinda like it too.
ReplyDelete