Wednesday, October 28, 2009

How Much Electricity Does A Soft Tub Use?

I do not write poems, write poetry ...

All dried ...

scream came when she was desperate for wanting to be heard
I would keep everything in me, it was easy to shut my secrets until I cry now
without voice.

comment had been away all this time I thought
hear otherwise,
but people kept
repeat it ... this time might once again believe in you
thought that nothing was, or was useless until you reach
believe you expect whatever it
me wrong,

me wrong ... I am weak, this is my weakness
always listening, always right and my
everything dries ...
all I say yes, but I am not able to fill
never do enough, always
I forget to say I'm great, when I see my hand
not reach the exit door I never


case ... my eternal silence
appointing them repeat - I told you -

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