poemranker ::Retail by Wakeboarder20

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Free verse № 145501

Retail

Member since 2005 · Posted 28 Aug 2006 · Edited 15 Oct 2006 · 4 comments

Well I forget the day I forgot your name. I don’t even recall the day we met. But I don’t even think it really matters anymore. So when you see me laying in bed. Do me a favor dear and pretend I’m dead. I’m used to not seeing things for what I’ve heard they’re supposed to be. Maybe I’m just blind to the obvious. I’m a simple man worried about the future and when I’ll get to sooner rather then later. Well I forget the day I forgot my name. I don’t even think it really matters anyway. I’m a colorless man. Blind to subtleties and what I say I believe. Just forget I’m even here. I don’t even remember what my point was.

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4 comments

[8] Ranger 29-Aug-06/12:14 PM Reply
Really good read. I swear I've seen the same title somewhere else before though.
[9] nypoet22 12-Oct-06/5:43 PM Reply
i like the structure. i agree with ranger about the name.
[2] Sing4Jesus! 13-Oct-06/3:53 PM Reply
Not much about Jesus here, is there?
[n/a] Wakeboarder20 › Sing4Jesus! 13-Oct-06/6:58 PM Reply
Um...no? I take it that if it's not about Jesus, it's bad in your book? Ok, gotcha.