Thouughts When I'm Bored (It's kinda weird... sorry), by Convalescence
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I watch the people flood into the room,
and see one of them go off into their solitary corner.
I watch him pull out a book, and look away.
He has the looks of a stalker.
I wonder to myself, and watch him read.
Is he innocent, or a freak in his solitary corner?
His gaze turns upward, catches mine, and I wonder...
Do I have the looks of a stalker? |
Posted: 2010-04-27 14:35:10 UTC |
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2010-04-29 19:29:56 | Autumn Leaves |
That's a good poem. You really have talent. |