Up On the RooftopA Poem by I Am Svetlana What do you think about when you sit upon a rooftop?
Up on the rooftop,
I look down at The bottle. My mind unshakable. Should I take the Last sip? Let it push me off? Up on the rooftop, I think about all I left behind. My mind unshakable. Should I let the past Take hold? Let it decide my outcome? Up on the rooftop, I have nothing left. A bottle, my life. My mind unshakable. Should I let this Be my ending? How am I to know? © 2015 I Am Svetlana |
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I Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |
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