Posted by azngeek at January 17th, 2007

The dim lights flickers,
The typewriter stutters,
The hands they flutter,
Here it comes,
There it goes,
I feel it, in my fingers,
even in my toes.

A story unfolds,
One that was told,
By me dear friends,
Now who’s bold?
The heart at rest,
A story off the chest,
Timing’s not the best,
But here it is,
I bare my soul,
Leave me out in the cold.
Let it be my story.

One she never wrote,
She never told,
Even as we grow old,

She leaves me to my typewriter.

The dim lights flickers,
The typewriter stutters,
The hands they flutter,
Here it comes,
There it goes,
I feel it, in my fingers,
even in my toes.

Hay guys. This is my first poem in like forever :>. Completely azngeek material. Suiting after a semi-ramble-confession post if I might add. Confessions are better without proof reading. Has a sincerity to it. That’s what I think at least.

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