Array ( [sid] => 184765 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Emotional Poverty [time] => 2018-01-03 19:54:01 [hometext] => Not being able to be with a rich girl because I come from nothing [bodytext] => Nails across my scars
Across my chest
If you could only guess

What they mean
To another me
Of another age, who I mightve been.

Not so poor
Not so prone
Family to burn in a place I belong.

But here I stand alone
In tears, in silence I belong
And I wish I had come from other than my own. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 75 [informant] => ArdRi79 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Emotional Poverty


Emotional Poverty
Date: Wednesday, 3rd January 2018 @ 07:54:01 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ArdRi79
Nails across my scars
Across my chest
If you could only guess

What they mean
To another me
Of another age, who I mightve been.

Not so poor
Not so prone
Family to burn in a place I belong.

But here I stand alone
In tears, in silence I belong
And I wish I had come from other than my own.

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