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Past Tense
It's a one of those poetry I wrote. I don't even know if it is poetry, indeed. |
| There's a deep emptiness A shallow longing To fulfill what has been deprived of. Some metaphorical poetry, Euphoric dreaming, A wishful-thinking fantasy But one's that too far to obtain. Absence. She longs for that warmth. Denial. She longs for that passion. Bitterness. She longs for that certain past. Obstacles hindering lives, Shallow, empty hearts Hungry to be filled with love. She longs for the past, I long for the past... |