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Originally Posted by mimzy
thanks ....
i wrote it a couples of weeks ago...
but i like to write always did and always will...
but here is another one from long time ago...
hugging my soft pillow
as i gather my lost shattered thoughts
i reach for my pen
my best friend...my old fellow
why do i turn to my pen?
because is the only one
who knows me deeply from within
through thick and thin
i turn to you when im so weak
for you are the only one who understand me
when i really feel that i cant speak
even the hardest feelings you make me spit out of my chest
you can take the burden and always make me rest
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Ahh I see, another interesting poem with passion of emotion. But I noticed that your both of your poems state one thing that is clear. You believe no one knows you, either because you do not let others see you or are natural blind of you. I just so happen to notice that, and whether that is just a coincidence or truth, I just wanted to ask. Why is that?