Waiting for that day
When my shadow will melt away
And I will walk about without a burning secret
The sliver moon glowing
Waiting just for that time when you will be home
Yet I stand and watch
Then slowly melt away
Acting like you are not there
Feeling no point in feeling anything
Cutting the feelings off
Being haunted by the thought
Holding your image
Yet losing my gasp on it
Not able to see clearly
Nor was I ever able to
But telling always what you are
Hatred for myself
Blowing up in my face
Feeling myself detact from it all
Not able to walk back to where it all began
Slowly the sorrow sets in
With many second thoughts
The acting starts
Like nothing is wrong to all who do and dont know me
Yet I know it will never be the same
So I tell my self
~i think this was my heart speaking......
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on January 8, 2003
The poem is ok. Shows feeling for someone.
Has emotions in it. But it drifts somewhat.
Need for you to re-read and sound it in your mind and increase the smooth flow of it.
But that is only my opinion, and not worth very much. It is just an impression. Bill Murray
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Has emotions in it. But it drifts somewhat.
Need for you to re-read and sound it in your mind and increase the smooth flow of it.
But that is only my opinion, and not worth very much. It is just an impression. Bill Murray