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I wrote this a few weeks ago, for some reason I decided I feel like sharing it here… it’s not really done. It’s something I wrote with the intention of going back and changing later… meaning it mostly is just what i wrote in a stream of thought, without taking any time to think about it ;)… If you don’t understand parts of it… tough ;). anyway, here it is:

“Silence.
An illusion.
Silence without,
Is screaming within.
Pleading to be released.
A tormented vision of what once was,
or of what may never be.

I looked into your gaze once,
and in it, saw your beauty.
And just as quicky you looked away,
And it was gone.

I followed for awhile,
Seeking your attention.
Jumping in your path,
Just to feel your presence.

You would smirk, or laugh,
Embrace me for a moment,
And then you’d turn and carry on,
Not knowing, or not caring,
All I wanted was to be with you.

In every passing moment,
you passed further from my gaze.
And under a setting sun,
I lost you to the horizon.

I saw your gaze again one day
The beauty still remained.
But it was not alone.
To see it’s company,
Both joy and sorrow abound.
For what has been lost,
and what has been found.
And though I am alone,
I am not alone.
I am seperated.”