I lie in bed writing poems, all alone. But I like it. Relaxing my mind to explore I lie down and hear the ticking of my clock, the cars along the main road, the laughter of people. It's so nice to be able to hear such lovely things knowing that you can hear them and they can't hear you.
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Poems
PoetryBe what you expect, not what others expect. Be who you want to be and what you dream, not what others want you to be and not what others dream you are. If they won't see you for who you are then they are the ones who have to change themselves and th...
