Confused Truth

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Confused Truth

Me won't become we , just me .
Why does it matter to she ? Pointing out factors that only human can see .
Me can develop feelings for he , but ages come between .
Mechanical vehicle drives by , my brain thinks behind the beauty that lies .
Such a world we see , but it's a battle for "Me"

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

AshhCullen’s Poems (9)

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