This time
the worst heartbreak ever
but my world hasn't completely crumbled
and it surprises me
that I can still see
that I am okay
I miss you
now more than ever
because you don't miss me in return
you've found flattering love
and I've gotten a taste of my own medicine
I'm hanging in mid air
and at the same time
I'm buried in the debris of a world I created
I forgot
that someone created me
and I'm the pretend master of my play world
I hold reigns
made of shadows
as I convict myself
to a pain
made of stone .
. 24 Sept 08 .
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My my Tanvi, I must say you're words are more real than any I've read or heard in very long... And that's the biggest compliment any poetry can get, very well put!
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