While You Got It Poem by Manonton Dalan

While You Got It



i was passing houses when
i feel so alone almost in
tears; i don't know why
maybe i saw house like mine
nobody is around abandon
they're somewhere seeking

i turn on my radio i'm quiet
riding my dreams endlessly
until i reach my driveway
i look around tall houses
nobody is around like mine
at least i'm not alone, smile

Monday, January 23, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: seeking
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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