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by L.M.
Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2121141
Collection of poems written over a troubled period of time.
My pages

I scroll the pages of my life

Only to find not a single trace of me,

Because all my pages are full of thee.

Owned and thrown away

Anger tried to erase the pages

But it only erased me

Because all my pages are full of thee.

Prisoner of these pages

I stand...

I hope to write...

Not to write stories of me

Because all my pages are full of thee.


When I pleaded you not to run,

When you watched me fall,

Why did you ignore my call?

Why didn't you stay?

And the day came,

And you entered again

Thought I'd keep you safe,

But you said you couldn't stay,

That you had to run away

Why didn't you stay?

Prisoner of a limbo

That I can't decide if built for me or by me

Waiting to be free

Waiting for the day,

When I hear you say...

Why don't I stay?

She's not here

It's late at night and I can't sleep

Because every time I close my eyes

I dream of her near

But she's not here.

Empty sheets lie beside me

As her body once did

Memories like a blade that cut deep

Leave me on the floor to bleed

And in this bitter end

I'm left only to dream of her near

But she's not here.


As darkness steals light away,

A tear rolling down his face

Meets its inevitable fate,

Nurtures the ghosts that wait.

Drifting to find his way home

Still haunted by memories gone

How could you have been so wrong for so long?

Will you ever find the reason why,


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