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by SilverStrider   Nov 9, 2007


Sitting alone at home,
the cold air chilling the skin.
Seconds from tears,
no more soul left within,
wanting that one person to talk to.
See, hear, smell, touch anything,
just to know they still love you.

You know you love them,
but is it too soon?
My life is like a shattered mirror.
The memories are like
broken glass of reflection.

Looking at the small shards,
as i pick one up
they form a cut
and it starts to bleed.

Just written November 9th at 2:32AM Est. In need of a title. I will add for dedication in poem. ty.

-StriderSverda

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  • 14 years ago

    by Of Sweet Insanity

    I really liked it.. It was real sad and emotional but I could relate to many of the lines you used. :)

    Keep it up.

  • 17 years ago

    by Skulblaka Sverda

    Ono weohnanta neiat waise truly ilian because "she" is neiat onr Arwen. Iet wish Will come true, but neiat if ono are blothr-ing it. Iet shurtugal is ai stubborn king, I fear he is in a trance like Eowyn's uncle, Theoden (King of Rohan, whom was like a father to her). Ono can delete these words, but ono can not delete Iet Yawe or moi wyrda in du evarinya. Waise true eom thyn ownself!

  • 17 years ago

    by Skulblaka Sverda

    Atra boetq baen eitha fra ono iet fricai. Se morranr un ilian tauthr un lifa unin onr hjarta. Iet yawe wiol ono huldrr, unconditional fluen. saphira bjartskular always here (Keep Holding On ~ Avril Lavigne)

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