Ayshela Posted October 11, 2003 Report Posted October 11, 2003 Convenience Item i am a telephone pick me up push my buttons toss me aside i am a brick wall yell at me throw things at me hit me, kick me walk away i am a wrapper empty me of all you wanted discard me i am an object of convenience
Peredhil Posted October 11, 2003 Report Posted October 11, 2003 You are A telephone You connect love with love without holding onto it yourself You are a brick wall a strong refuge on which others can lean, can trust you are there You are a wrapper you take the shape of the person to whom you talk because you feel their pain you are unaware of your strength.
Beautiful Nightmare Posted October 11, 2003 Report Posted October 11, 2003 *looks at pere's poem and smiles* its true hun! But i know how you feel and *hugs* its not a nice feeling! But those people who do that to u they dont care! And thers always way more people who really do care than those who dont! :wizzie:
Ayshela Posted October 11, 2003 Author Report Posted October 11, 2003 *hugs* thanks Arwen. i hope some day to be able to say that that's true.
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