I Really Don'T Know What I Write Poem by Eduardo Jacobo Miranda Garcia
I Really Don'T Know What I Write
The moment keeps a story within it.
If I die, this chair will be.
If I live, this chair will be hurt.
The unknown waits time to die and live happily ever after.
If I trust, you will pay.
If I lie, she smiles.
I can wait anymore. Time was dead since the space was born. We live through emotions and fakes time.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions,time,trust
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