As your hand
brushes my hip
as the words,
leave your lips
you beg me to
stay behind
you're afraid of what
you will find.
My internal collapse
not noticed by you
my face wears a smile
but my insides are blue.
And as sad as it sounds
I'm needing you too.
Then as if reading
the enigma called my mind,
you ask me "what's wrong?"
But I tell I'm doing just fine.
You don't believe me
it has to be something.
But I shrug and I smile
and respond, "It's just nothing"
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Written February 19th, 2006
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really good flow
becca.. don't ever stop posting.. this was really good, I sure wish you would add me to your msg. aim faroutmargo and other ...yahoo sojourner252.......... love ya girl... take care m -
No, what you write is brillant.
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Thanks Jazz
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this i s really good. far better than anything i could write, but thats not hard to do
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*nods in agreement with Brittnie* Good job Becca.
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Thankies Brittnie.
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Yay for Becca's poem! It's really good.
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