Thursday, May 08, 2008
current mood: nostalgic
category: writing and poetry
Between a rock and a hard place
Is where I now exile myself.
Burning feelings of heartache
I place my nostalgia on a shelf.
Smiling faces surround me
I wonder,
Are they as care-free as they seem?
I do not yearn to be them,
They all have hidden dreams.
My ability to read people astounds me.
But I want to know,
What do my pages say?
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