until she comes

this friend of mine that i await

found all times of day

morning to late

havent meet her sence some random date

an unread message i carve in digital sleght

travling to nowhere like unmarked freight

my poeitrey almost fake

my heart to break

the last ill make

for christ sake!



Until she comes...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i am quite sick of writing for no one and with no inspriation
and no reason but myself

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Well i would like to think of myself as someone and who says you have to have someone to write for...why not write for yourself?...it was a good poem ...well i liked at least....by the way friend is a good word...(don't try to understand)


I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget. -Erin Van Vuren