standing, tittling moving cant you see its all to much moving here to moving there
don't you see it's nothing more than a place to place for me
I feel myself fading changing becomeing nothing but a shell
don't you see there's nothing left for me to give
I'm all gone emty a distened memory
YOU ARE READING
Pomes
PoetryBy: NKM This is not a story these are pomes or whatever you want to call it do not copy
