I GUESS YOU COULD CALL IT POETRY...
sooooo it's not really poetry per-say but you get the point..
true love shaded over by the hatred of this world.
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i'm numb i have no feeling left inside of me..i treat people like shit abd i don't even realize it until its over..i've losted everyone i've ever loved from the hatred we share. so many people in this world push away things they can't relate to or things they don't care about..but what about the people like us? we all become numb to feelings..we start to fall behind loose interest in everything...turn to things we shouldn't..but what if were so numb we have nothing more to turn too? then will people start to care...
what is left for me
the world is falling short. short of my expectations..what does this all mean..is it time for me to give up?..am i the only one that is numb?..i've lost your touch, your feeling..you were my world and now your gone..you've left me like every person is this world...i've become depressed and lonely with no way out..no one to turn too no where to go..slowly i begun to drift..everthing is meaningless..everything is numb..what do i do now?..who do i turn too?..is this how its going to be?..me all alone..the numbness is spreading deeper into my heart soon i will not feel a thing and the world will be nothing but a faded memory of the past..
you
your shining face and the early morning sun
would you could you be mine..
the eyes meet mine and time freezes.
ice blue seiping from yours to mine.
the darkness of night, the blinking of the eyes..
are you, will you be mine..
MAIN
ME...
