September 24, 2011
By imsarielz BRONZE, Eau Claire., Wisconsin
imsarielz BRONZE, Eau Claire., Wisconsin
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Forever, a relative term
Passing the moon, growing infinitely into you
A few short years, feet firm
I laughed too

Not a whisper escaped
Pounding pain, screams rise from within
Shiver, I am carved, I am shaped
Head hung low in chagrin

Breaking apart, always leaving
No more than words, forever in my soul
So deceiving
Simply left unwhole

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