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A Poem by kasanova
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I was in that sort of mood when nothing goes right. And I feel all hesitant to start things with someone else. This is what came out. Still not finished.

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What happens when you can't succeed?

When you can't satisfy neither need nor greed?

I've got this hunger for greatness

But the harder I try, the more I make a mess

I've got nothing to lose, except what I have to gain

It's an abstract thing that I can and can't explain

Lately I've been stuck somewhere inbetween

An emptiness that cannot be seen

Coasting through life on an empty cloud

Planting seeds on soil that was never plowed

Without the land, there can be no farm

I'm about to fall in a bottomless pit - Lord keep me safe from harm

The world blurs as time slips

I try to think but my mind trips

Life unfolds ever so suddenly

I saw you and you saw me

Dunno if it's a brief infatuation

But at the moment my heart beats with fascination

I'm making the same mistakes - I must be dense

But somehow you make it seem like common sense

Don't know what's worse, my eyes are a curse

When I get close, I get speech impaired

We laugh it off; a delicate situation is repaired

The words are spoken in a silent state

It's a retinal game of chess and I've got you at checkmate

[That's all I have so far.]

© 2011 kasanova


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i enjoyed reading this to. very nice job i cant wait until you have finish.

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Added on March 14, 2011
Last Updated on March 15, 2011
Tags: Failure, New Sights

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I taught myself how to tie a tie. I write to express my thoughts. I've done things in the past that I'm not proud of, but I believe that the past is just the past. All you can do is learn from it and.. more..

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A Poem by kasanova