Prose
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Umm... I've posted this before... it is a poem I wrote, but I want to post it again. It can be in memory of a friendship that has ended:
Fleeting
Therein my soul exists a hole where air keeps flowing out,
A hole in me filled completely with nothing but self-doubt.
It runs away, more so each day, constructing my own void,
Patiently sits poor old me jealously annoyed.
Led on it seems by my own dreams but somehow I think more,
I feel confused and somewhat used though I know not what for.
I'd said before that I'd wait for what makes me feel complete,
But time slips by, I wonder why with time I do compete.
It feels unfair that I must care for what cannot be mine,
Though if I wait and play with fate things just might work out fine.
If in tomorrow lies my sorrow good then bring it on,
For I know I will not go... I'll already be gone.
Hmmm... I'm gonna give it to you again... this time with the messages I was trying to convey. It was about my riendship (the one that ended).
Fleeting
Therein my soul exists a hole where air keeps flowing out,
A hole in me filled completely with nothing but self-doubt.
It runs away, more so each day, constructing my own void,
Patiently (?)! sits "poor old me" jealously annoyed.
Led on (!) it seems by my own dreams but somehow I think more,
I feel confused and somewhat used though I know not what for.
I'd said before that I'd wait for what makes me feel complete (her),
But time slips by, I wonder why (I wait) with time I do compete.
It feels unfair that I must care for what cannot be mine (her),
Though if I wait and play with fate things just might work out fine.
If in tomorrow lies my sorrow (it did) good (bad) then bring it on,
For I know I will not go... I'll already be gone (goodbye).
Well... that's it. I hope you liked it. Comments?
