My Sad, Little, Found Poem
Paint me a picture--
things you remember,
things you regret,
things you miss.
As if they are all ashes
of blissful memories.
Memories, you want
desperately to cling to.
Tell me a tale of solitude.
All in your life is moving
and you're standing still.
The rest of the world-
in warp speed.
I want you to tell me
how it feels.
Make me relate.
Make it real.
If you can make me cry...
that would be great.
The hardest thing in life
is to want desperately
to cry, but not have,
in you, the strength
to tear up.
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