Why is it that
I look in the mirror
And see you
Standing beside me?
Why is it that
I imagine
A future
With you?
Why is it that
I am unable to imagine
A future
Without you?
Why is it that
I need you so badly, and yet
I cannot tell you that
You haven't left my mind
...in over four months?
Why is it that
Every time I see you
I wish you weren't there
And every time you leave
I beg for you to return?
Why is it that
You mean so much to me?
And why is it that
You're fading away?
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoesiaNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
