Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 34,018 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Burning, The Bush - Poem by Is It Poetry

no one knows
but us
buried up to my neck
upside down
deep inside, there between
only my head, hanging out.
and only we know,
they never will.
while i was psychotic.
you kept me hanging in there.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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