This isn't exactly a poem.....at least I don't think it is. I have this strange habit of talking to myself at the end of the day and wanted to write about it. :)
About what happened throughout the day,
About what I expect from tomorrow,
Sometimes just wonder what went wrong,
Of broken friendships and trust,
Or sometimes of how close I've become,
To people I thought I never wanted to know at all,
I talk about what's beautiful and what's not,
I talk about that new guy in college that's totally hot,
I talk about how hard it is managing a job along with studies,
About the deadlines I have to meet,
It's funny how you get to know yourself,
Just by talking to yourself
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2011-11-17 at 13:37
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This isn't a poem
Sometimes I like talking to myself,About what happened throughout the day,
About what I expect from tomorrow,
Sometimes just wonder what went wrong,
Of broken friendships and trust,
Or sometimes of how close I've become,
To people I thought I never wanted to know at all,
I talk about what's beautiful and what's not,
I talk about that new guy in college that's totally hot,
I talk about how hard it is managing a job along with studies,
About the deadlines I have to meet,
It's funny how you get to know yourself,
Just by talking to yourself
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
Read 701 times
Written on 2011-11-17 at 13:37
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