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Vacuum- An empty space Brought upon by hollow feelings, and shallow souls. Emptiness- Brought about by the words that will not stop flowing Through these catacombs in my head. Pushing- The phrases out In the monotonous rhetoric Of other's comprehension. Living- Day to day with a past That shall never leave and never mend the scars on my heart. Finding- Hidden meanings in every look On every street corner, looking for answers that will never come. Breathing- Short breaths, then long ones Trying to achieve a perfect Rhythm in you. Eyes- That never seem to blink, Pondering fears that I Could never save you from. Begging- Forgiveness from every Eye that weeps for That which is lost- Forever. |
Copyright 1997 Andrew Jones.
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