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My first ever attempt at poetry and will probably be my last...
I'll leave you to guess what it means.


Submitted:Oct 11, 2012    Reads: 45    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


I'm still here...

Waiting, watching, wavering.

Invisible to my forgiveness

Isolated to my love

I watch

I wait

I waver

The glass wall that separates us

An impenetrable force that binds us

A wandering ghost on the breeze

I watch you sweep up the shards

Of what once was

I wait for you to assemble

The puzzle of the past

I waver under the pressure

Of what should have been

I'm still here

You cannot see me

But I will never leave.





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