A Quick Poem: Untitled

Posted on March 25, 2013

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smoldering, this feeling of nothingness
wanting it to be so
knowing that she now means nothing
but knowing you were hers kills me
washes over me and burns as despair
i know in the beginning and now the end you are mine
but there was a blink where the rocks were shaky
i know it is foolish, the discomfort still lingering
but the wound still tenderly reminds
there once was a time that you did not care
now with you shaken, it is me you will see
but the pain of deception stays in me

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