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INVISIBLE

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I sit upon an empty shelf

Collecting dust my

Voice only reaching myself f

 

As I watch you scatter about

Far too busy to notice

My heart full of doubt

 

While I look around I see

Memories of us surrounding

All of me

 

My broken heart begins to bleed

As I cry on bended knee

I sit so close now that I can see

The pleasure In your eyes

My busy little bee

 

The pleasure that rest

In your eyes as

I bleed and bleed

Now you are asleep

As you dream so happily

While I sit next to you and bleed

 

I lean down to kiss

You one last time

As my soul drifts off

Into space and time

 

I remember how much

You meant to me

But somehow you

Just couldn’t see

 

So for now this

Is just an

Invisible story.

 

 

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