The dull eyes of a hopeless heart,
Stares at you like the lifeless dark.
The hurt inside is easily shown,
By their frown when they sit alone.
You're like that now,
Someway, somehow,
But you're older,
Better secure,
Colder soul,
Heart not pure.
A lump of nothing is the way you feel,
And the earth keeps turning,
Like a wheel.
Written 10/21/08
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I usually write poetry and parts of my stories I have written, or maybe some ideas for a poem or story.
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