The pity inside me makes me cry
Not for others, but for myself
Made of heartache like a spoiled kid
I have life so much more well given
Than the ordinary or new
Yet still wallow in full sadness
Which only means complete madness
7/18/13
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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...
