Foreign Home. By themischievousannaApril 4, 2015 ( 2 ) I am not here Not as you, Life is unclear Without a clue, Out of place Not welcome, I have no space Why did I come? The longer I stay. The farther I find myself away. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: ArtTags: art, artist, emotions, fiction&poetry, lifestyle, paris, poetry, Travel, writing Related Articles Another subject. By themischievousanna5 days ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Having Existed. By themischievousanna2 months ago 2 comments › "Bethie" April 5, 2015 • 6:26 am I’m beginning to think you’re living inside my head, because you’re writing poems about the things I’m thinking but afraid to share……. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna April 5, 2015 • 8:26 am I say share! Let your mind be unleashed on the world! 🙂 LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
I’m beginning to think you’re living inside my head, because you’re writing poems about the things I’m thinking but afraid to share…….
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I say share! Let your mind be unleashed on the world! 🙂
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