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Through The Window


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Written by Sorrow Is My Mask   
Tuesday, 08 April 2008
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Through The Window

 

You disembarked on your own journey, far away

I stayed by myself, wrapped up in a lonely yesterday

 

And I feel helpless now

Your departure I couldn't stop, somehow

 

I stare at the trees

Through the window, they are losing their leaves

 

I stare at myself

Through the mirror of glass, my composure not at all well

 

Realizing this life of misery

Realizing everything I couldn't be

 

Puts my head in a car crash

The brain cells won't function, too hard of a task

 

Everything you eagerly taught to me

I have forgotten, lost in a bloody memory

 

In the end it's beauty you have become

While I sit here and dwell in what I couldn't overcome



Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask
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Posted by R.E.Potter
2008-04-08 15:40:50
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liked this poem alot...great job sorrow.
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Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-04-08 18:49:07
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thanks. like always i appreciate it.
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