sense?

A Poem by Tenten

Why does this have to make sense?

Why do these lines have to be perfect?

You won't hear pure emotion

The s**t inside I fear

Or true desire I hide

I run...run

Railroad tracks, street lamps

Darkened back roads

Blurred in midnight sight

I'll put it in a flow....steady

Never speak actual reality.

© 2008 Tenten

Author's Note

Cp. 1:26PM Tue 0718 NM outside Prides house, questioning, lone, unsure anymore (Written, Sylph)

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Added on September 1, 2008

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Tenten

Alamosa, CO

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I know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..