your face is just the same
and your voice carries on still
you are strong and sure
and proud as ever --
yet now,
ice is flooding you over.
your eyes are full of fog
and your tongue is heavy with venom;
when I look at you I only see
the poison rolling off your lips.
I know that I had wanted the new
but this is nothing but the same
and you are only just the same
and I cannot relive the same.
I never had you;
I still feel like I've lost you.
losing you is the same
and all you are is just the same.
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The Second Time
Poetry☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...
