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Still Lost

Still lost


I am still lost in the ghost of you;
Waiting on a sun to shine again.
I see you, creeping into my mind’s view;
I cannot keep pushing you away.


All mentions of the long forgotten dreams,
Instantly rearrange whenever your picture is seen.
You always seemed to be so serene,
But clearly that was not the truth.
Inside you held a tormented being
And your demons only ever sang the blues.


You could have written poetry, but your heart was never listening.
You could have stayed and lived in harmony,
But now nobody will ever hear you sing.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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