Sometimes

by Jamie   Nov 25, 2008


Sometimes I think of what will be of me when I grow up.

What will be of me?
What will I tell you when I will no longer be?

Wait... Here it is.
That thought, once again. Here it comes.
I must not let it escape into the realm of my dreams.
I must not let it dissipate into the unknown.
I must act upon it. Upon my idea.
I will make it work. When?
I just don't know.

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  • 16 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    You pull the rug from under my feet with
    last line until that < I JUST DON'T KNOW>
    I thought you were going to take off
    beutifully written 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Shokry Al Qubati

    Such a beautiful poem

    I must act upon it. Upon my idea.
    I will make it work. When?
    I just don't know.

    So wonderful, keep it up 5/5

    Shokry

  • 16 years ago

    by AnCi

    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Korede Kuks

    This could tell how your imagination get deeper, kepp going n not lacking behind i'm sure u'll be superb.

    Like to here from you

    Masterkay.

  • 16 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    Short and to the point. This actually had me in tears, for the meaning behind it was signifigant in many ways.

    Peace, Joe

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