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Gone
Where am I?
Between the tides,
yet torn but not
yet free but not
Where are you?
Just in my mind,
yet here but not
yet mine but not
Who am I?
nothing in you
yet not the one
just a lie
Who are you?
all in me
yet not mine
just passing by
Between the tides,
yet torn but not
yet free but not
Where are you?
Just in my mind,
yet here but not
yet mine but not
Who am I?
nothing in you
yet not the one
just a lie
Who are you?
all in me
yet not mine
just passing by
Published 16th Apr 2013
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16th Apr 2013 1:47am
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16th Apr 2013 1:52am
A passion we call love, leads to pain that keeps us guarded. Thank you for posting
16th Apr 2013 2:01am
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2nd May 2013 6:15pm
‘Whys’ are the cruelest and most deviant of all muses. They circle; mocking attacks you so wish they would carry out. So your confusion becomes their own ‘whys’ blurted upon the page in stain of words that do nothing to relieve the pressure they cause with their presence.
The rawness of your questioning is hauntingly beautiful. One day, hopefully, those muses can be put to rest.
The rawness of your questioning is hauntingly beautiful. One day, hopefully, those muses can be put to rest.
14th May 2013 6:24pm
