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"I'm fine," I say for the millionth time.
It was just a poem.
Written word meant to rhyme.
"I'm really okay," I say again.
It was just a piece,
A story to tell,
An emotional tale to be told.
"I'm good," I assure them.
Over and over again.
These words were just words
Just ink on lined paper.
"Everything's great," I say with a smile,
Drawing down my sleeves.
They all are just letters,
Printed and posted and pretty.
It was just a poem.
Written word meant to rhyme.
"I'm really okay," I say again.
It was just a piece,
A story to tell,
An emotional tale to be told.
"I'm good," I assure them.
Over and over again.
These words were just words
Just ink on lined paper.
"Everything's great," I say with a smile,
Drawing down my sleeves.
They all are just letters,
Printed and posted and pretty.
Literature
I Won't Let Go
What happened to you?
Your hollow eyes, sunken into your head.
Your pale skin, stretched over your brittle bones.
Your raven hair, falling in strands into your jet black eyes.
Your gangly arms and your long, spindly fingers grasping for a sense of reality.
But what scared me the most were your scars.
Long, thin scars ran down your face, arms, and legs like veins
One scar for every time you made a mistake.
One scar for every time your heart shattered.
It made you look...inhuman.
Your eyes were almost like that of a madman's.
They glinted with pain, sorrow, and regret.
Remember when your eyes used to be a brilliant blue?
As I recall, they were
Literature
In need
Take my hand. I won't let go.
Literature
Tired
The end is near
I can feel it
Run away I can't
Efforts are useless
Dead I will soon be
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Kind of reminds me of when I wrote a poem about a person who reaches their hand into a fire...
Beautiful poem~
Beautiful poem~