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Feelings

Feelings

I am angry.

Because you left me in the dust.

Because I let you go.

Because I couldn’t have changed anything.

Because even though I knew I couldn’t change it, I still didn’t try.

You were worth trying for.

But you couldn’t try for me.

I am not angry at you.                      I don’t even think it was ever possible.

Because you were my friend.

Because you were my guidance.

Because you were my angel on earth.

Because you were my world.

Then you came c

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                                                   down.

And my world went with y o u .

I am sad.

Because everything is hollow.

Because you were the light in my dark, little sphere.

Because you actually made me happy when skies were grey.

Because the loneliness is the only thing to fill the silence anymore.

My life was full of sounds when you were with me.

But the silence is deafening.

I am not sad because of you.                    I am sad because you are gone.

Because you brought a happiness I didn’t think I could lose.

Because I can’t find that feeling again.

Because my heart is glass.

Because glass can’t be glued back together.

You never realized.

Watching you crumble left me in pieces.

I am empty.

Because the loneliness is taking over.

Because I can feel my own light fading.

Because I no longer know myself.

Because I came crashing down, too.

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Lorna

I really enjoyed this :)

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Christopher Correia

superb reading, creative presentation....all around cool poem, cheers, Chey

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