I discredit myself for the way I feel for you.
I feel the look on my face, though.
And I just hope the others in the room
Can't see the look in my eyes.
The way I look at you when you don't see me,
The way I smile when you're around,
I can only hope you don't understand.
I have no real feelings for you,
or so I tell myself,
It's all just a whim and will pass away.
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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