Not All HereA Poem by And She SingsMaybe better inspiration now.
Where do I begin?
And how have I ended up in this sea of darkness, that consumes my will, my hope, and my light? I wander through my days, passing ghosts of strangers and moments. The ground that covered my skeletons continues to erode, and my past reveals itself again. It comes in the form of blue eyes. It pins blond hair and tucks it behind ears that used to listen when I cried. It calls out "sexy" in such a familiar way. I relish in the love that I can give myself, but it is never enough. The ghosts will never go. They will creep up behind me and lurk around ever corner to haunt me with the thought of you. But all along, there was nothing. What I thought was ours was a lie. A trick of cards to make me lie down for you. Open up to you. And you shut down for me and shut me up in a cage to keep me in for God knows how long. Your language doesn't carry the way it used to. Does this have to do with the way you stopped speaking the language of Forgiveness? I would bet my chips on that, but we've run clean out. As we gather around the table with cards and blank faces, I read your expression like you skimmed my apologies. You, as an almost lover, as if a lover is all you meant to me. A friend would have been accurate, had you wanted to but a friend be.
© 2012 And She SingsAuthor's Note
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AuthorAnd She SingsINAboutI am a sophmore and high school sucks, so I'm just going to release all of my dirt on you, the public. I mostly write free verse. REVIEW EVERYTHING! EVEN IF YOU HATE IT. LET ME KNOW! more..Writing
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