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Thought that I was doing better,
But still…
Every time I hear of you
The simple mention of your name,
My mind spins and whirls
My heart skips as if you’ll magically appear
My eyes light up with hope,
But then that second passes,
And again,
I feel the dreadful sadness,
The feeling of that light fading from my eyes
I feel the way I always do,
Something I am far too used to,
I feel...
Left behind
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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