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No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
