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28 november 2011

poetry

Morgan
Morgan

Helpless

It’s what I do to go to sleep
Our memories run down my cheeks
I try to find who I am inside
But I look in the mirror and stare
Hoping to remind myself that I shouldn’t care
It really should not hurt this much
The secrets always left untouched
Are unraveling so easily
Right in front of me
And there’s nothing I can do

Draconian
6 december 2011 at 06:55

I think this is stunning, " Our memories run down my cheeks", unbelievable, so short, yet so pained! I'm a lover of dark writes, have so many in my little box of secrets.

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RemPul
6 december 2011 at 16:36

Very personal...

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Anees
7 december 2011 at 14:06

Beautifully penned, So deep, touched my Heart.. Great Work... :-)

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