The hands lay crossed and crooked.
The face lay blank and empty with a vapid smile so slanted.
I hate it all | because I love you
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Still trying to |
drown this life away...|
No gods trying |
To help fix me.... |
This husk is too far |
Gone to repair... |
Best if the world |
to wish I were |
Not there... |
But everything's scripted out,
and its too late to worry now.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
