Shadows Which Speak

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: June 01, 2016

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She was so close yet still so far 

 
I could have touched, spoke to her softly, and yet still matter of consequence because you look in the mirror and see scars; 
 
You end up on the edge and maybe it's a diving board or maybe it's a cliff 
 
She grabbed my hand and touched me, whisked me away and in a flash she was gone after one kiss 
 
 
 
True but desperate, with a devoted Shame  
 
Broken in two half"s  bare to the bone most people, we smile and don't complain;
 
Two days of life are most important the one which is birth, the other where we find purpose 
 
We all accomplish one, the other we may never be sure to know and with that I am nervous 
 
 
 
That saying of charity degrading who receives, and hardness who gives it all away
 
A blanket is in front of us with so many layers my heart can't hear the words you convey; 
 
Why does it always feel like ghosts of the past are all that follows behind every door 
 
Does she or i not know the difference, what is noticeable In my emotion sound or sight, where do I need to explore 
 
 
You can see me now, but only in a dream, only breath of voice, or my face in the clouds 
 
Everything is wide in the world completely open to see, but the person himself can no longer be found 


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