Freedom From Me
these feelings
so odd
circling,
swirling,
confusing the mind...
why?
they leave me
weepy,
wimpy,
whiney,
wanting...
what?
more love?
less stress?
more time?
less complication?
freedom!
yes!
but from what?
could it be me?
so odd
circling,
swirling,
confusing the mind...
why?
they leave me
weepy,
wimpy,
whiney,
wanting...
what?
more love?
less stress?
more time?
less complication?
freedom!
yes!
but from what?
could it be me?
Labels: Poetry
3 Comments:
Kind of young,
kind of now,
Charlie.
Kind of free,
kind of wow!
Charlie.
:)
By fuquinay, at 11/21/2005 5:20 PM
Aw Joy. You know I know. So well. If only there was something more to do or say.
By Smart Mouth, at 11/22/2005 12:16 PM
I can bring home the bacon,
Fry it up in a pan
And never let you forget you're a man
'Cause I'm a woman,
Enjoli!
:)
By Brownie, at 11/22/2005 4:03 PM
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