Sunday, 25 October 2009

Poem #9

I get tired of being this sensitive.
I can feel all that happens around me.
And it's not all good.
I don't think I'll ever lose this feeling.
And a part of me even likes it.
I think it makes me special.
But many times it hurts.
Many times I'd like to shut it down.
I think in the end I'll treasure it.
It helps me to feel life.
It helps me to talk to faries and angels.
It makes me feel the other side.
I like this part.
That's the good part.
I just want to learn how to stick to it.

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