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A Poem by Heather

Sitting, standing, waiting.
You can't see it, but i can.
Strolling, wandering, pacing.
I hear the pain, is life out of here really better than?

What if we are on the side with the greener grass?
What if there is no such thing as looking back?

Maybe....Maybe we are better off here alone.

Our souls glimmer in the thick darkness as our eyes struggle to see,
this place is empty, but all that is left my friend is....you and me.

© 2014 Heather


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Some striking questions in search of hard answers...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

10 Years Ago

thank you for reading and reviewing. I hope you have a lovely day! :)
Chris

10 Years Ago

and you as well...
"Our souls glimmer in the thick darkness as our eyes struggle to see,
this place is empty, but all that is left my friend is....you and me."

I do not question your talents. A splendid write...:)..........


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

10 Years Ago

awh thank you reading and reviewing, it is appreciated! I love reading your work and to see what new.. read more
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You too. Same here...You are welcome...:)....
Lovely writing! Left me wondering about things.... :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

10 Years Ago

thank you for taking the time to read and review and thanks! it's always good to wonder every now an.. read more
Devesh

10 Years Ago

You're most welcome :))

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Added on March 19, 2014
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Heather
Heather

Birmingham, West Midlands, United Kingdom



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Well hello there. I'm Heather, I'm eighteen. Currently studying Creative and Professional Writing at the University of Derby. I can be quite harsh, and am quite the pessimist. I'm not a big people.. more..

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