Literally, by Tim Pozzi
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It might just be that I've
told myself enough times
to forget it.
To relish in being lost,
and incapable of finding
a new host of answers.
But I want to like them,
not only endure consequence,
not only impure providence
of eyes I can't rationalize.
Told the story too many times
to complain that the system
I'm enslaved to
isn't quite working.
In a perfect world we'd jump
and remain in thin-air,
no frustration to compare
to weightless fancy.
Instead, we've stopped dancing. |
Posted: 2011-11-19 16:46:56 UTC |
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2011-12-04 23:59:12 | VICTORILANE |
Wow. Really cool poem. I can totally imagine every line, and you can feel the emotion behind the poem. Great job!! |