Published February 8, 2010
Sooo, nobody who has read this poem of mine, can really make any sense of it. I don't even know what it's about, I just wrote a stanza and the rest of it basically wrote itself. Tell me what you think. Feel free to give me criticism. You gotta love critics. 
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I sit and gaze
into my numb future,
not so far away.
I reminisce my past of tomorrow.
Who knew,
Literal is the same as suicidal.
Love is the same as hate.
And we're all that's left of tomorrow.
I hold my hand in yours,
cold burning through my veins.
What happened yesterday doesn't matter.
Plan ahead, think of tomorrow,
Because we're all that's left of that fateful day.
I sit alone,
alone in myself,
looking for my lost one,
in my numb future.
Close enough away,
I reminisce my past of tomorrow,
though I'm all that's left of yesterday.
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Hello,
This is quite cool, I mean it's superb!
I would like to say that you need to add in more poetic language. Don't worry, most poems have a very secret meaning. They're like paintings in a way, very mysterious, it could be about anything!
Anyway, hope you carry on with your poems!
Well done!
~Tamara