I'm sure you are all getting tired of poetry, but I will indulge myself and post this new one anyways. Let me know how you like it!
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There was an angel by her side
That night
Keeping her alive,
But she was already dead
On the inside.
And she was half-awake
When she
Stumbled onto that bed
With all of their words
Filling up her head
Like a symphony,
And she kept it on repeat.
She has never been alone.
He drives to the ends of the Earth,
Just to clear his mind.
And she drinks bottled cures,
Just to make her numb inside.
But they are both searching for the same thing
For two hands so they can feel complete
Another pulse to echo their heartbeat.
She struggles every night
For her eyes to find the light
And her mouth has already
Fired off a thousand vicious replies
But she hides
That person from her child.
And maybe I,
I was too naive,
And my actions speak ill of you and me.
But I have never been alone
Or faced this terrible world on my own.
No, I have never been alone.
She drowns the world at night
With a soft, cynical reply,
"If all I see is an empty sky -
then Good God can you show me that I'm alive?"
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