I am not important
To you, it seems,
Merely a filler
For spare time,
A passing fad
Just lonely dreams.
When it matters,
No one's there -
An echo of my voice
Just the void
Staring back
At the empty air.
A priority?
Never heard of it.
The knife twists
A little further,
And crimson spills,
Heart seams split.
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Author:
SerenWise (
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Comments2
I like this.. I like it a lot
Neville
Wonderful emotion laden write .
Andy
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