My Poetic Existence Poem by Saint Cynosure
My Poetic Existence
I set alone and write small words,
and yet you need so many.
You say its good for what youve heard,
or just has good as any.
I give you a line or six,
you plead for twenty four.
I want to leave and go elsewhere,
but you still want for more.
Damn my poetic existence...
Friday, December 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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4/23/2024 1:05:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Setting alone and writing small words also bring bigger hope and shine through nice poem.