- Time, faces, places all pass in the wind. Chills of the winter touch my skin. I see who I was, who I will be. I drive away, leaving all who hated. I am glad to kill the old self. Become someone new, so that i can't be judged. I feel free, for once the winter is mine alone. I have what I have wanted all along, but I stop, is this what I wanted? Yes! As the snow falls on my nose I look up and find who I am, who I want to be. A free soul in the world alone, but happy with who I am.
- by I_LUFF_GIRAFFES |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/19/2009 |
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- Title: Who I am
- Artist: I_LUFF_GIRAFFES
- Description: A poem
- Date: 01/19/2009
- Tags: free becoming someone
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- XJacobxPerriX - 03/21/2009
- nice ^^
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- I_LUFF_GIRAFFES - 01/19/2009
- KEWLLLLLLLLL
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