Crossing the distance,
Sweeping the floor.
Watching the past,
Leaving out through the door.
The beauty of sorrow,
The sparkle of tears.
Longing for tomorrow,
Expecting more tears.
Clean break today,
Somber ambition.
By knowing what comes,
With the next premonition.
Fuck knows the boundaries,
I have overcome.
To be the person,
That I had to become.
Yesterday's eyes,
Today's spooky voice.
Won't remain in the past,
But that's been my choice.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoëzieSometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
