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I’m falling

And I reached to you

Pushed me away without a look

I’m hurting

And you saw my wounds

Then left me standing where I stood

I’m crying

Though the world can’t see

Even I can’t see how much I bleed

You see

Though you didn’t speak the words

Somehow you told me you’d be there

That you’d be HERE…

Now all I hear

Is the white noise

Of speculation

And a void.

4 expressions:

Paapa said...


Juanita said...

Mm, rejection, a silent predator. Awesome piece.

Tye said...

Paapa, -

Tye said...

Hmm, Juanita, it is quite a b*tch. Thanx

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