In my closed room, I am me
Dark, shut off from the family
In my room, is where I can be
Tucked away from all the world
Ready to be unfurled
Infinite stories inter-twirled
Vivid colors shouting galore
Bleeding from the ceiling to the floor
Walking through my very door
In my room, my imagination runs
Beyond any series of zeros and ones
In my room, is where it all suns
Bright as all ever could see
Oceans where I can be free
Because in my room, I am me
4/11/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
