Going.
Going
Gone…
Gone from where.
From this mortal existence?
Gone from my heart?
Gone from this location?
Going
going
Gone..
Not gone from my heart.
Not gone from my memory.
Not gone from me.
Going.
Going.
Gone.
But still here.
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Going
Thursday, April 11th, 2013Teardrops on my page
Thursday, April 11th, 2013Tear drops on my page.
Never seen by others.
Hidden from view.
My page covered in tears.
My eyes now empty.
There are tear drops on my page.
My emotion I bottled up.
The mask I have is well made.
Yet there are tears on my page.
I hide my words.
Hide my thoughts.
Hide my pain.
My bottle overflows.
The pain leaks out.
There are teardrops on my page.
My Secret Book
Thursday, April 11th, 2013My secret book.
No one else may look.
Deep inside.
To what writings I try to hide.
My black book.
Hidden in a secret nook.
Hiding my soul from the light.
The cover like my soul, black as night
My book is my secret life.
The time I escape my strife.
My look is calm and at ease.
Just so long as no one sees.
My little book.
Where no one should ever look.