ForAnother Posted September 27, 2004 Share Posted September 27, 2004 You touch me, then run. Pleasure in taking the best of me. Stop touching me. Stop phoning me. Stop appearing in my dreams. Stop taking all that I have. Stop stealing the ground I stand on, that I need to stand on. Stop living in my head. Stop being there. Just stop being. Or I will. Take everything that I have and just keep running. ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
under_the_pressure Posted September 27, 2004 Share Posted September 27, 2004 That's a great poem. I like the way it...fits together. I really love your poetry. Keep up the work. under* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Enigmatical Mr X Posted September 27, 2004 Share Posted September 27, 2004 If only we could do something when they entwine themselves to our subconscious. If you figure it out, let me know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gauchori Posted September 27, 2004 Share Posted September 27, 2004 ...still thinking... by the way, good poem ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForAnother Posted September 27, 2004 Author Share Posted September 27, 2004 Thank you all! Yeah, our subconscious robs us of our sanity. ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
i_hate_the_world47 Posted September 27, 2004 Share Posted September 27, 2004 That was a wonderful poem Foranother.I think it may be one of your best.Good job. ~Meagan~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForAnother Posted September 27, 2004 Author Share Posted September 27, 2004 Thank you I_hate_the_world47... I appreciate it. ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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