A Different Story

A Different Story

A Poem by Beka
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I'm not sure where this came from... or if it will even make sense to anyone but me.

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I'm stubborn and wrong

 

But atleast I know it

 

Keep moving along until I can get through this

 

I keep waiting on wisdom to show me what everythings about

 

I seem to be looking for things I can't find without you

 

Well it seems like I'm getting closer somehow

 

A flicker of peace that I've finanly found

 

Thank you for believing in me now

 

Cause I do need it

 

Well Give me a year or two

 

And I'll mend my ways and see these mistakes

 

And when I see the truth

 

Darling trust me when I can see I'll be coming back to you

 

© 2008 Beka


Author's Note

Beka
Like I said...if it doesn't make sense I understand.

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This is nice because , although most don't understand it, It provokes thought in your readers. I agree with Penny that your words are a reflection of the changes in life that are always painful. Life is full of growth and growth cannot happen without the pain. I see and feel both in your poem. A very nice feel to a very personal piece.

Mr. Lopez

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is nice because , although most don't understand it, It provokes thought in your readers. I agree with Penny that your words are a reflection of the changes in life that are always painful. Life is full of growth and growth cannot happen without the pain. I see and feel both in your poem. A very nice feel to a very personal piece.

Mr. Lopez

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It makes sense. Basically, people change. To be so upfront about knowing how immature/naive one is, and predicting how different they intend on becoming.

Penny

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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