Im never going to be
The main character of a story
But a person in the background
A blurry face
that will always
Get ignored
just a stepping stool
An opsical
A figment of thoughts
And memories
But in the the end
The stool will just stay still not needed anymore
Broken down
Left to collect dirt
The opsical over and done with moving on to the next
Being forgotten
With the rest
And a memory that will forever fade
Into the deep mists of darkness
Inside ones brain
Where it will spend the rest of its days
Being forgotten as it stays
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POEMS
PoetryTheses are the feeling that you keep inside and never let out Those feelings when your heart can never stop beating Those feelings that you can never explain And feelings you have yet to experience
