x.addicted.x
Well-known member
I cannot believe I'm letting ya'll see this poem. None of my friends get my poems. There's a meaning to it, but you have to look deep. GAH XP why am I doing this...?
I'm sitting in an elevator.
People pass by me, going in and out.
They give me weird stares.
I stare right back. They're strange too.
The elevator goes nowhere.
All of the floors are the same.
Same people. Same furniture.
But they keep going.
I just can't decide which one to choose.
They're all the same.
They're all the same.
So why do they keep changing?
I told you, my writing is... different. Lets see how you guys interprate(sp?) it. Tell me your definition. What the poem is about. Maybe I'll post another one.
I'm sitting in an elevator.
People pass by me, going in and out.
They give me weird stares.
I stare right back. They're strange too.
The elevator goes nowhere.
All of the floors are the same.
Same people. Same furniture.
But they keep going.
I just can't decide which one to choose.
They're all the same.
They're all the same.
So why do they keep changing?
I told you, my writing is... different. Lets see how you guys interprate(sp?) it. Tell me your definition. What the poem is about. Maybe I'll post another one.
