I've always loved writing, and probably always will... I've always been told it was good, but, as you know, to a little kid, you always say that. So, I guess the reason I post my pieces are for feedback and to be inspired.
I'm searching for something to believe in, but lately, I'm left to my own words. My own writing- my own heart- my own soul. That's all I have left. I've lost people I love, and now I am all alone in this world.
People change,
and so have you,
I never want to know,
the truth within you.
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After forgetting for so long,
I am now starting to remember,
after the lines were drawn,
they've now been erased.
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My bags are packed,
my heart is racing,
but yet I still decide,
to stop and look once more.
...
as we say our final good-byes
I won't be fully there
I'll be thinking of time we shared
and what it'll be like without you
...
I look back and think,
of all the time,
I spent dreaming,
a foolish dream.
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