Inside my room
I am naked, bare
unclothed, exposed.
Inside my room
thoughts and feelings
lie outside my body.
Inside my room
is poetry
is music
Inside my room
is paper and pencil
to hear me when no human will.
Inside my room
I, Me, Myself
are in harmony.
7 comments:
hmmm......i like the imagery though i cannot say i comprehend the poem
i love this! its so me..and its so you!...gawd..thank god you can write..who else could have thought of this?
So do I have access to your room?
:D
who are you, twisted elegance?? anyways, thanks for visiting my blog and for leaving a comment :)
all the while i felt
the room is the body.
and all the time your soul is talking from within.
is it?
Bold and Beautiful.
nice.. :)
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