*this is the last (and most recent) of my backdated poetry.
Oh what I would give for a chance to retry
to forgive, forget, dry the tears from my eyes
so many regrets in so much lost time
all I've ever wanted is to reclaim what's mine.
The symptoms of my yesteryear
I've swallowed and have crystallized
deep in the fever of my being they lie
Slowly (but surely) eating my alive.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Insomnia*
Posted by Jessica at 10:16 AM
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I'm not sure if it's a typo, but on the last line instead of 'my' should it be 'me?'
How come you titled this insomnia? Do you have it? Or did you find a cure? I wish I could.
-sunkssss
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