No more poems today,
I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Choose wisely
September 18, 2011Choose someone who will not cry for you.
It’s hard letting go of someone whose tears are falling in anguish when he/she has to leave you.
(I realize I cannot control what people think about the stuff written here. And I am sure this will make someone think about something that isn’t true. In any case, life goes on. For all of us.)
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