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Phantom.
Scattered across the floor:
Things I've never lost,
Things I've never held.
What's more, I feel it hell
To have the ghost driving me mad;
The silhouette of what I'd never had,
Slightly heart shaped, possibly a tear,
Or a different drop. One that leaves me
Unable to fly. That I fear the most.
I'm just glad you aren't there beneath me,
Because God only knows if you can catch.
Still, I feel the wind run through these wings that I don't have.
Things I've never lost,
Things I've never held.
What's more, I feel it hell
To have the ghost driving me mad;
The silhouette of what I'd never had,
Slightly heart shaped, possibly a tear,
Or a different drop. One that leaves me
Unable to fly. That I fear the most.
I'm just glad you aren't there beneath me,
Because God only knows if you can catch.
Still, I feel the wind run through these wings that I don't have.
Published 23rd Nov 2010
| Edited 24th Nov 2010
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21st Jan 2011 7:50pm
this is such an amazing poem it took me a couple of times to understand the meaning its such a sad poem to me tho. buti just gotta say im appalled no to mention disgusted that no one else commented on it. lol ok i might be exaggerating a little but im glad to be the first to do so.
