Writing

My first true poem in a year. Filed with my solemn pain and love for one who cannot see past me, and therefore cannot in brace me.

I sit here and listen to her words, But they merely echo through my mind, Only to fade into the emptiness. My heart fades with it. ..

Just something I feel and wish to express.

Simply for the representation of tom-foolery, in outwards appearance of English symbols numbering three. "L-O-L" to the contemporary generation.

Prayer for the greedy from the greedy can do no more than feed them.

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