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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Poem: Days Like These



I smile when we meet, laugh when we talk
but when I put it all behind me
I turn to see I'm still alone.
I pretend like this momentary lapse isnt real,
Like there is something waiting for me in the dark.

A part of me left with you
A part that you helped create,
I still havent decided
If its a part I can live without.

Days seem to pass faster,
I am aware that distance is playing its part,
and its slowly getting easier,
still the sound of that voice,
tears, and heals all at once.
I am lost for you, and losing myself in the mean.

I do not know how to explain the thoughts,
I know only to let them take over.
I fill my empty moments with distractions
and tell my self its all the same.

I am not dying, Im not even crying anymore,
but I feel different, careless.
I am no longer trying to make sense of this
I longer care if we turn out okay,
As long as I do.

-MGapany

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