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by Andrew S Adamsthis poem has a title
i just havent found it yet
but when i do
i'll be bound to forget
so it has nothing to show you
no eyes, no face
just an emptiness
in every little place
and i look around
for something to inspire
some real reason for this to be
but, i'm just too tired
and it doesnt mean enough to me
so i just write what comes to mind
if anything at all
and i just jot it down
in my illegible scrawl
so for all those poems
that dont go anywhere
i am your king-
not that you'd care-
but this poem will now end
without actually having said anything. 09/04/2002 Posted on 09/04/2002
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 04/04/03 at 08:51 AM I really enjoyed reading through (most) of your writing. I cant relate to alot of it.. which seems like such a cliche thing to say, but its very near to the truth. |
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