There's this poem which i didn't write, <br />Lying at the corner of my head, <br />As far as i can remember that it was written, <br />When our paths crossed which once God wrote, <br />Now this poem seems painful not only in my head, <br />But also in my heart thats beaten, <br />As if in a bloody field knowing nothing to whom i fought, <br />Now i lie awake in my bed, <br />Yet, lucky to have these friends around me to listen, <br />listen all those hard times that i fought, <br />i'm happy to have their shoulders ready for my head, <br />Now this poem's title is still unknown, <br />but as long as i have my 'BESTIE' here, <br />and of course the 'issue family' i'm not unknown, <br />for everytime, I know that they're just right here, <br />to help me find that unknown, <br />this poem's title i have here, <br />'coz this is a poem i didn't write...<br /><br />Geovanni Leaño<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-i-didn-t-write/
