On this poem,Im not really some poet or anything,but here it goes
Sometimes I knock
Sometimes I intrudge
At times I refuse to simply amuse
I consider myself confused
I fly so free and high
Your always left asking why?
Why do I say the words I speak
Why do I hurt yet help the weak
Everything I do is wrong
Every breath I take
I hesitate
Im falling deeper into my own fall
And your arms are never there
Your voice never calls
That stare is always fades away
You hear me call but you change your name
Im ready to debate
Just to simply reply
Yet I must wait
until someone opens the gate
2007-12-15
19:57:02
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