He smokes, he stutters
His soft voice unheard
In a room filled with people
His presence unobserved
Look not but a glance
And take no pity
It is none but a chance
Which you are seeing
Unknow and renew
His name is not Anxiety
His name...
...Better ask him
LoL
A poetry attempt by Deu_WeiZ. Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved
Posted at June 4, 2007 5:11pm (+8:00 GMT)
Posted at June 4, 2007 5:11pm (+8:00 GMT)
