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Poetry By: Lydia Moon

this is how i feel.... i have no better words to explain it.

Submitted:Feb 16, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Theres a place,

in wich i run,

a time,

a day,

im running from,

this place,

the answer to all my problems,

a solution,

so simple,

yet so empty,

so hollow.

I found as a child,

i walked in the rain,

i was spinning,

in circles,

playing childish games.

when I came to this conclusion,

in my time of misconception,

though that childhood is missing,

i cant have these dark confesions.

I thought for hours straight,

to whom lives in side my head.

The days are darker now,

as im closer to my death.

I grew age on my years,

and my heart it wore slowly.

broken over again.

I feel lonesome.

i feel lonely.

You saved me from myself.

from this time i lived in death.

i seemed so happy on the the outside,

but my wrists were turning red

I felt, these things for you.

in which i had no control.

and when i looked into my place,

i ran to my home.

i found it,

after all this time,

it was so far,

yet so close by.

I had traveled in circles,

when it had been by my side.

all this time.

my love,

my life,

you are my home.


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