Unreal

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  • Fantasy
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  • Angst

    Unreal
    I wish I knew
    What to say to you.
    Was this fake
    Or really true?

    The life I knew
    Was just a lie.
    I thought I'd found
    That perfect guy.

    The love we shared
    Felt so real.
    But the truth came out
    It's so surreal.

    Could I learn,
    To know what's true?
    To see the sky,
    That's ever blue.

    I wish I knew,
    how to fly.
    To the sky,
    Forever nigh.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    Emilia’s Poems (17)

    Title Comments Submitted
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    Unreal 0 07/11/2011
    Mask 0 03/28/2011
    Found. 2 11/30/2010
    Fit In 1 10/01/2010
    Imaginary 0 08/15/2010
    Destiny 1 08/13/2010
    Empty 2 04/04/2010
    Mental Warning 0 04/02/2010
    Life 0 04/02/2010
    Distance 1 05/08/2009
    Keep going 2 01/27/2009
    God's Tears? 1 01/26/2009
    Heart 3 01/25/2009
    Insane? 7 01/25/2009
    A Game? 9 01/24/2009
    Dead.... 5 01/24/2009
    Death or Freedom? 4 01/07/2009
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