I am finding stuff all over your room

A Poem by snoochee_boochee

In between the lines

The silence

The moans

The groans

In between the pauses

The births

The deaths

Life on its own

In between the lines

Roots grow

Alliances show

Wicked nearby

In between the pauses

Trains speed

Time did fly

People cry

In between the lines

Is where I want to be

To taste, feel, see, and smell

This bittersweet reality

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look, and you might see. I really liked this poem!

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Added on February 17, 2015
Last Updated on February 17, 2015

Don't really root in one place for too long.......the planter always seems to get smaller as I grow. more..

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