letting no one in or out.
See-through walls torture
as no one can see in.
Walls surround and bind
letting no one in or out. See-through walls torture as no one can see in.
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The feelings are so new
yet seem so old as if they always were but still like they haven’t been. Waiting on the edge,
wanting to breathe, again. Hope is all but gone; fighting seems useless. The seams are starting to come apart.
The buttons are coming undone. The skin becomes exposed to the cold. Ocean waves invite you in;
through the waves and to the line, the line separating you from the depths. I actually wrote this one awhile ago. Just didn't put it here. It's kind of short, but anyway...
Standing nervously on your doorstep
willing myself to knock on your door. You are home tonight, as I can see the light shining out the window close by. Shadows begin to form around me
and dance as memories come to light. Gazing into the mirror, dreams reappear as the eyes scan from one photo to another. Things don’t always turn out
and we have to make do. The excuses may be old, but your attitudes are worse. |
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