-- Posted by naturechild at 12:10 am on Jan. 8, 2009 Swirling minutes with nothing to show Long days with long hours and I still don't know... What he thinks, and it makes me want to break down and cry I'm still so upset but I can't figure out why. Trudging from here to there all the same We wear the same faces of anguish and pain. I look down and avoid seeing any faces because It's seeing him around that I'm afraid of. Staying silent at jokes I once thought were funny Hating the sky when the day turns out sunny. I'm an old book, my pages are torn, I'm unwanted and used, so heavily worn. I step everyday with the same and sad stride, In each step lies a tear from the river's I've cried. The simplest things become harder to do Everything's been this way, since I lost you. -- Posted by californication at 12:14 am on Jan. 8, 2009 I like it -- Posted by My Dreams WILL Wait at 12:20 am on Jan. 8, 2009 Nice...It's deep. I see feelings in that poem aww -- Posted by heartless goddess at 1:11 am on Jan. 8, 2009 ouch..i can relate..:(