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Empty Hands

I’m just standing here

with empty cupped hands

my eyes squeezed tight shut

feet flat against the ground



I’m whispering brokenly

over and over again

the sweet things you once said to me,

reliving the memories

cradling the past

close to me now



But of all the beautiful things

that gleamed like diamonds in my mind

not a solitary dream remains



Now it’s just me and my empty hands,

just me and my memories



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Anonymous_7 said...
Sept. 2, 2011 at 4:24 pm

this is really great! It speaks to me. would you mind checking out some of my work and commenting on it? thank you very much.

 

 
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