Cry myself to sleep, cry myself awake.
Tears roll in early, tears roll in late.
Still amazed by the world I see,
Still overwhelmed
by you.
And to everyone else I'm the odd character,
No one else cries in the open.
To myself I'm just a philosopher.
I'll always choose wonder over need.
I drowned myself in this icy lake,
Only somewhere, you aided me.
And I cry myself to sleep,
like I cried myself awake
this morning
Aw :/ A very nice piece though. =) And I loved the idea of posting the page you wrote it on. :O
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ReplyDeleteReally Amazing idea to post the page... Nice writing BTW :P
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whoa... I loved this line!! It hit me with a force... and I kept reading the line again and again.. :O
"And I cry myself to sleep,
like I cried myself awake
this morning"
Great ending to the poem, I adored this whole piece...
way to go, becc.. :)
Thank you so much DP =) I think that line is kind of thought provoking, and you can interpret "wonder" in different ways, I like that myself. And I thought the page would make a nice addition, maybe I'll redo it soon ;)
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