Shared Solitude Poem by Old Teenage Poems

Shared Solitude



Why are ours
always the books without the endings
How come we
always became The Unhappy ones

When the world's
twisting and turning
how come we all have noone
but ourselves

Friday, January 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: books
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