She's not there.
She's the shadow of the spider that crawls at the corner of the wall at night,
She's not there.
She's the whisper of the wind through the window cracks when you can't sleep.
She's not there.
She's the dream you finally have before you wake up and notice it's not real.
She's not there.
She'd have to deal with the pain that life brings and so would you.
She's not there.
Even if she does love you she will suffer.
She's not there.
Even if she loved you she'd feel better off after she recovered from your demise.
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About the Creator
Kourtney Risher
I'm a poet and an aspiring novelist from El Dorado, AR.
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