Metal souls,
Trying to create the obvious.
Immaculate collections,
Of which we are oblivious.
A flashing bulb,
Engraved in ink.
This time we are infinate,
That's what we think.
Talking in our heads,
Conversations to survive.
As we take a leap of faith,
Into waters we dive.
A lens to capture this,
A moment frozen in time.
This time we are infinate,
This holy second is mine.
Ten years down the line,
Staring at the frame.
I know that we are infinate,
Everything is still the same.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes 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...
