me
always expects too much from me
but when me is alone, she doesn't belive in that.
she thinks whatever she expects from me, everybody else does as well!
what is reality?
me doesn't know...
me is tired of all this
needs a big break
not just a week
but a month or a year
me misses her childhood summers biking around
and picking grapes from the farm
me misses her first 11 years of her life so much...
Friday, August 10, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Beautiful Pocahontas,
I love your philosophical poems! Really!
Ezzat
I loved it too, it was really beautiful and profound, I too feel exactly the same way sometimes. but i believe it can always get better if we just believe it will... so cheers to better tomorrows sweetie.
Post a Comment