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21 April 2012 @ 09:35 pm
 
My life goes in circles,
seasons of feeble hopes
snuffed out in rhythm.
Knocking on a door,
throwing pebbles into the pond,
trying to wipe fog from my windows,
I vanish before catching your eye.
Do you see me, this scarred ghost
hungry for more? Or am I just
the wind or a twig
or a trick of the eye,
easily explained away?
I wish my heart were real
to anyone but me.
This flicker,
this anchor to illusion,
this lead in my chest.
 
 
 
a.t. adlenbttrflyscar on April 22nd, 2012 02:26 am (UTC)
Or am I just
the wind or a twig
or a trick of the eye,
easily explained away?
I wish my heart were real
to anyone but me.

wow.
reginaclarejane on April 22nd, 2012 12:31 pm (UTC)
oh, this is such a deeply felt poem. it just aches.
xo
my heart is a fiery pomegranate_remains on April 22nd, 2012 02:34 pm (UTC)
thank you :)
ohtobeyouohtobeyou on April 22nd, 2012 05:52 pm (UTC)
I love this.