"goodybye" poems
how vain i have become.
all day i worry,
i wonder who is reading now?
i wonder what they have said about me?
i used to scribble down poems
in a tiny leather bound book.
i alone knew of the moments they painted.
and now
and now and now
the whole world can stumble upon
my name
my words
my secret thoughts and feelings
how vain i have become,
waiting with baited breath
for someone to tell me if they approve
or not.
i miss my little leather bound book.
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC