Abstract IndividualismA Poem by TTBoy28
Mirror my motions though my speech you cannot Latching on will not captivate me but will only feel me and not be me And while my esophagus reverberates old messages and tones learned only my mind knows what is next Feel me and want not to be me My spur of the moment and whimsical traits may be more than you can handle Strength is what peers back from the reflective glass Only it is what is shattered but by its reflection No static A pendulum of ready steadiness © 2011 TTBoy28 |
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