Life Is . . .
A collection of my writing.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Poetic Justice?
If you could see through my eyes,
feel my heart beating so erratically,
my nerves rattling,
my soul shaking,
my head spinning,
my sight fading.
If
you could be me when you are the worst you.
1988
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