The Art of WORDS
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Nobody
Nobody hugs me
Nobody's there
Nobody listens
Nobody cares
Nobody holds me
like I'm his whole world
Nobody thinks
that I'm more than just some girl
and everyone tells me that
Nobody's a fool
but if I am thread
He is the spool.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
In the end
In the end my life is words
scrawled in lines across the page
leaving not a single spot of white
with no two words the same
and it's written in so many colors
that the words are hard to read
but these words are all I've learned
my love, my life, my creed
In the end my life's a book
faded by the sands of time
it may be tattered and torn
but in the end....
.... it's mine.
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