does it have to make sense, <br />the words on my mind, <br />inside their a whirlwind of thought <br />and when their down, they slowly ease out <br />out to the surface, everyone sees them <br />standing there bare and naked on the cold paper or pixels <br /> <br />stranded in the pages of a book <br />or marooned on the deserted barren poet's wall <br />a place no one can ever breach <br /> <br />but no, it's not suppose to... <br /> <br /> <br />unfinished.....<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-it-s-not-suppose-to/
