One chair,
Two chair,
Three chair,
Four.
There might even
Be more.
One scrape,
Two scrape,
Three scrape,
Four.
The table which we
Used to feast on
Is now empty.
Empty chairs,
Empty chairs.
You might see the occasional hair
Floating from a dusty chandelier.
Empty chairs,
Empty tears,
Empty hearts.
Why did we fall so far apart?
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoesiaThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...
