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Post by SecondhandHeart24 on Oct 28, 2013 1:46:37 GMT
Old poems that I posted on a different site and transferred here...
Attic
The dark in the rooms above,
anything but safe and snug.
Like a prison room
by the light of the moon.
The one window I can see,
is right across from me.
And there a girl sits
all alone.
In the light
of the only window we have ever known.
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Post by SecondhandHeart24 on Oct 28, 2013 1:47:32 GMT
Secondhand Heart
This secondhand heart beats in time,
this secondhand heart has been around a life time.
It has seen the world, It's been around,
gently beating with a soft sound.
It might be used but it's not done yet,
to endure what love has not thrown at it yet.
So don't give up when you fall hard on the ground,
for it's that secondhand heart that keeps you around.
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Post by SecondhandHeart24 on Oct 28, 2013 1:48:25 GMT
Hollow
The feeling of nothing,
nothing inside.
Of all emotions gone,
like they all went to hide.
The feeling is often,
it always comes about.
It's like a bottomless pit,
eating its way from the inside out.
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-Sofelia