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You will always be----
That chance I never took.
That word on the tip of my
tongue.
That memory I was so close to
remembering.
That gum I almost step on.
That star I can never reach.
That train that never came.
That wave that ebbs and flows.
That grain of sand that was
blown.
That faded color.
That locked door.
Always almost
Just a little bit more
Always almost
We were never really meant for.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
