Ok, so, as I said when all this started, I had absolutely years of poetry to climb through, and wanted to throw it out there. Here's another from my days in the 80's, when I considered myself bad company, indeed.
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(late 80's)
I live in a world
I could be sorry for,
but that is the last thing I'll say.
I incur a price
that some find extreme,
but that is the one I won't pay.
I choose
my reality,
make my own dreams.
I refuse
to succomb
to desire
it seems.
My life
is the bait
and my heart
is the trap
and love
is the head
that I find
in my lap.
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2 comments:
Nevertheless!!!........goodness gracious....Ms.G.
How I wish I had some creative outlet other than an EKG..to show my state of mind and heart.
I'm further commited to guide my little one to express himself.
did you write this poem in reponse to me asking "are you pregnant" in 9th grade? Just kidding.
I really loved this one too - you are on a roll Gabrielle!!!!
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