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Meaninless Numbers
Day one, Day two, Day three, Day four,
I keen counting as they keep coming.
They come, but do you?
Born unto my lifetime, or me unto yours.
Regardless of that, you’ve always been there.
But, now you’ve gone away.
Effort of searching seems futile, so I
No longer wish to try.
Where you are, is where you will stay.
Maybe then, the days will cease to be counted.
I keen counting as they keep coming.
They come, but do you?
Born unto my lifetime, or me unto yours.
Regardless of that, you’ve always been there.
But, now you’ve gone away.
Effort of searching seems futile, so I
No longer wish to try.
Where you are, is where you will stay.
Maybe then, the days will cease to be counted.
Published 28th Aug 2013
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28th Aug 2013 10:32pm
This is something I wrote like, three, four years ago??
It was for a project my freshman year,and I randomly decided to share it. It's my faveorite poem I've written, and probably the only thing from that project that I'd actually consider a poem.
I know it's bad though... oh well.
It was for a project my freshman year,and I randomly decided to share it. It's my faveorite poem I've written, and probably the only thing from that project that I'd actually consider a poem.
I know it's bad though... oh well.
30th Aug 2013 7:44pm
