April 5, 2010
By caylajoan GOLD, Clark, New Jersey
caylajoan GOLD, Clark, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Writers become writers because they are
comfortable alone. Out of that silence emerges
a kind of music that doesn’t need screaming fans

Remember me …
When your heart speaks tears,
Your eyes burn of fear,
Thinking how the time passes by the minute
And I’m no longer here,
With you.

Remember me…
As every minute passes
And you lay there alone,
No comfort to hold on to,
or body to rest your arm under.

Remember me…
Each time you hear my name,
see every pair of green eyes that block your view,
think of the smile you used to hold onto,
the voice you’d hear in a crowded room.

Remember me…
Because I’m gone.

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