Empty or full

Behind what I long for
Something you hide
Someplace a chord strums
Somewhere I belonged
I have friends
Both the moon and the sun
I`m touching a surface
of what to become
Of something so real
I`m diving so deep
to confusion or illusion
Hiding away from these deals
of social behaviour
I have friends
Both the moon and the sun
They know how I feel
Dont need this talking that
My spirit is soaked in
My ears now shut and
I dont hear



Poetry by MeisI
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 16:33

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