It’s so real away from here
Scared alone.
The Italian in me always there,
Another’s eyes surrender
Just the outside looking in
Gotta make it through
True
Could?
These are the lies I told before
The colors of the bricks, that same old guy
That my mind will rest
Them, tearful love, hand in hand
Take me with you
Look to you
Take me to see
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Written July 28th, 2003
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Open to interpretation, they say? I think that is very good for a poet to be able to do such. I ... tend to not be able to.
Very nice read, indeed.
Thank you,
~Fox~ -
grinzzz...well, he does have wonderful ideas.
Ah the way poetry pushes and pulls us in all sorts of directions...
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LOL Steve seems to have started a trend. I'm sure he'd be happy to see his idea in action like this... Titles as a poem...who'd a thunk it??? (Besides Steve, of course) Good job. ~~~Val
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wow
Very creative take. Again open to interpretation. Must mean something special to the writer, yes?
Keep Feelin' Fascination,
~Tiffany~
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