Alone

by Sonetta   Mar 20, 2008


Ever since I was 10 is just been me and my pen
Ive have learned not to let people in
Therefore no broken promises or a broken heart
Nothing for anyone to take apart
forget a friend all I need is my pen
The ink is my air
The word linger in my hair
and seem to be the only things that care
I distance myself from reality
Because in life there are no guarantees

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  • 16 years ago

    by withlove

    Thanks for the comment
    not bad 3.5/5

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