I don't know how to share emotions. How to share them with a crowd or on a single page; I feel as if nothing can convey through myself, as if my sentiments are nothing towards how I really feel when I'm contented or in rage. My eyes in fact do water and my heart does drown in its sorrow. But wasting the time of day for just waiting for another tomorrow? I cannot live a life full of lies and despair: waiting for the phone to ring in hope that it's you,
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Such a nice poem, Alicia. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.