Sunday, May 13, 2012


I can't do this anymore. I just need someone to see me. I have someone. Is that all I get. I can't see. I don't know what is coming for me? Is anything chasing me? What is there to happen? What happened to her? Or him? See, I am not selfish. I have concerns for others. Poetry is such a selfish act to create. I don't feel good doing this.

No comments:

Post a Comment