Looking at you I see
Someone not me looking to see
Who I am
Or what I might be.
You ask all sorts of questions
Leading me in a direction
Nowhere near perfection
And frankly this needs punctuation.
Give me a break please
From your disease
And let me be
Once again at peace.
A contest entry
- Movies & Music by Asylaarix.
300 points, ended October 2, 2007, 5 entries
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Questions on the tips of ones tongue never heard yet spoken loudly makes one think and thats a good thing

