sábado, 29 de novembro de 2008

I am me,I am mine

I'm a flower waiting to bloom
I'm a beautiful rose,that sometimes dislikes her petals
I'm a bird afraid of flying
I'm a sea plant drifting across the ocean
I'm my imagination
I'm my dreams pouring out of my teary eyes
I'm me
I'm mine
I'm drawning in long lasting expectations
I'm filled with heartfelt emotions
I'm trying to find my way
I'm just a girl sitting in front of a computer,letting my typing do all the talking
I'm here,I'm there,I'm all over the place
I'm me
I'm mine
I am what I am,and that can mean a lot,or nothing at all
I am me
I am mine.

2 comentários:

Márcia Leite. disse...

Ela é muitas num só ser distribuindo vida pela vida!

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Anônimo disse...

Poetry springs form poetry.

Graciliano