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written by blurredvisions08:29 PM 3/15/05A flower without water,
Wilting from its thirst,
Shriveled and cracked,
Bent and torn,
Can you not see how i compare?
i too am wiliting with a thirst.
Cracking under the light,
Bent from the pressure,
Torn by a knife.
Sitting in the window,
Watching all pass by,
Waiting and wishing,
for the water,
Dependent on whats in your hands,
PLEADING and begging; Such a thirst.
Wilting in the window,
Baking in the sun,
See how i am dying,
Thanks to everyone. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
you might not get this one... it doesn't really makes sense unless you know me or my life. did that make sense? jeez, im such an IDIOT!!!
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Dianesjewels (3-15-2005 - 08:32 PM)
| Some good lines, but I think you could expand on it more to better interest your audience. |
by Ruined_Hopes (3-15-2005 - 08:43 PM)
| you are not stupid, you can write cant you?? (obviously!) and me i couldnt write a poem to save me. but enough about me, even if i dont know you, you can sort of tell how you feel by just reading your poem. |
by blurredvisions (3-15-2005 - 10:51 PM)
| thanks for the comments guys. |
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