Just For Me
Words are asking for a place.
To show the world more than a trace.
To answer question's no one knows.
Of sadness and of how it grows.
The page is there for all to see.
Filled up with thoughts that you set free.
Sometimes profound, sometimes just stares.
To see if anybody cares.
In this world of give and take.
Sometimes you write for your own sake.
What's possible's mysterious.
And sometime's there is just no us.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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