Comp Book Poem by Abby Wesson

Comp Book

Rating: 5.0


I sink into your troubles
I see the way you cry
I drift into your daydreams
I see you want to die
I blink in fascination
I bleed calligraphy
I saw you writing down your fears
I bleed out like your trophy
I vew things you want in life
I am a guarantee
I realize I cant cover that
I am only me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim Foulk 15 January 2007

nice one, well written

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