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Then
Contributed by
thesinner
on
Monday, 4th June 2012 @ 07:44:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Echoes of the past.
I try to bury the truth beyond the reaches of my mind
My guilt. My betrayal. My need.
Haunted by words left unsaid.
Silence hanging in the air.
The weight of disappointment, crushing in its measure.
No answers. No reason. No excuse.
A void, an emptiness.
What have I brought upon us?
No forgiveness. No time left to us.
And the hours of nothingness stretching before us.
And all I want is him.
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2012-06-04 19:44:19]
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Re: Then
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by monday_girl on
Tuesday, 5th June 2012 @ 12:33:40 AM AEST
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| awwww i expected something more at the end. You started so well, and the suddenly ---- pfff. Him. There are more ways to say the most obvious things in poetry. But that was one of the better poems ive read in last couple of days, so keep up the work :) Good luck! |
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Re: Then
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by eggflipper on
Thursday, 7th February 2013 @ 11:09:52 PM AEST
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| Beautiful write. Something I can totally relate too. I often wonder what could have been if those past moments were allowed to blossom. No regrets. Still wondering how you are. |
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