The quiet life
Peacefulnessthe quiet life I seek
not the turbulence
not the stifled yawns
nor the angry look of the old woman next door
enough is enough
when you have become a commodity
you know your time is up
its time to leave this godforsaken town
I long for the mellow white
the relaxation
to stretch out
I dont care about the bickering, peoples differences
I only care about true love and devotion
the kind that can only be find in the sweet drops of the ocean
Poetry by ceciliaviola
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 17:20
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