Pity I Can't







Pity I can't write the future,
Then I would pick and choose,
Censor all the pain,
Plan all the rain,
Avoid all the embarrassment,
Control all the urges,
Correct all the mistakes,
Heal all the wounds
Fill up my diary with history
For weeks in advance,
Soothe all the fears
With faites accomplis,
Understand all the books
And never have time to cry.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 07:40

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