Hopeless and forgotten
You're there but unseen
You speak but can't be heard
A figment of our imaginations.
Hiding both your face and mind,
Why, oh why, don't you show yourself?
Show yourself!
As if!
You can't speak for yourself
Always hidden from sight
A repitition and paralleled
You leave as soon as you come
But you're there, all the time
We're not all that different, you know?
A phantom and an echo, aren't we a perfect match?
YOU ARE READING
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Poesia"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
