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sharon-rose
Mar 30, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Die a little...

Every time we say goodbye,

You die a little,

Every time we say goodbye,

Those sallow cheeks,

Sink further into a boney terrain,

That smile pales,

Into a vacant grimace,

And the sea-blue eyes,

Yearning for solace,

Fatigued from the aching pain of this existence,

Look up at me,

Lost..

— sharon-rose, Mar 30, 2010

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 2 months ago

hello

I'm a little confused by your poem because, at first you say: Every time "I" go away, then you go on to beg someone else to stay. Can you clear this up for me. BTW, I liked the poem. Always, Cat
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sharon-rose

16 years 2 months ago

Hi Cat

Thanks for your comment..the narrator leaves, he is leaving a loved one behind..the loved one is very ill, so every time they part it gets harder and harder for the narrator to go..