Rachel Weaver

Rookie (11/13/90 / New York)

There Is A Place - Poem by Rachel Weaver

Words dont mean a thing
Actions dont either
What matters is what I feel
What matters is the cure

Yourself is a mirror of a man I hate
I didnt want you to be him
But its too late

Theres a place I go when theres no snow
A rock, it's relaxing and old
That is where I pretend away my life
That is where everything is right

Theres a place
It knows my face
Theres a place
It knows my taste

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 17, 2005

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