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Her Mind, Over Matters
by Quinlan L GibsonGo away.
I don't want that feeling.
Hanging over me
as a black cloud,
staining my blue sky.
Bright sun.
Don't scratch
my rose colored glasses.
Mind. Be strong.
Scorn many. Grant few.
So what I don't know,
won't hurt me.
06/17/2002 Posted on 06/17/2002
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/27/03 at 07:42 PM hmmm....don't think that's entirely true. What you don't know can still hurt you, even more so once it will be reveiled to you. |
| Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 04/09/03 at 02:42 AM oh wow can i relate ha ha ha :) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/12/06 at 04:14 PM Nicely put together. I really liked this. |
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