May 1, 2006 in poetry


Since young I only have one listener

Every predicament he always listens


During childhood I called him pencil

Grammar was not good but he listened to me well


And when I grew up I called him Pen

Words are well written, he enjoyed listening


I live my life with one listener, no one listens nor understands

No one knows nor believes but listener wrote my being

05/-1/06 4:22pm


Suzette Lyn

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