No Longer ThereA Poem by silver threaded queen
you think of her as empty
but she is no longer empty she is gone you think of her as dull nor is she dull anymore she is faded she reminds you as a third class pair of jeans brand new at first the faded then torn soon you are just using her to patch up newer jeans then you are using her as buttons then she is gone where she went you still do not know but if you sit on a empty night you will hear a faded voice calling out your name
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4 Reviews Added on June 29, 2012 Last Updated on June 29, 2012 Authorsilver threaded queenOHAbouthey my name is jenny, i love hiking, earl grey, reading, and writing, I'm an extremely depressed human with a twisted mind.... everyone on here means the world to me and has helped me through some rea.. more..Writing
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