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| Divinido Le Aesthetico | I have lost myself. All around me, I see black, And I see red. But I still can't find myself. I reach through my memories, And I find happiness. But I also find sadness. I find whispered 'I love you' s, And hushed 'I love you too's. But I see the undertone of melancholy. Through my darkness, I can feel, Something cold. But when I stop reaching, I find something warm. When I give up, I find the strength. But this doesn't make any sense! If I have to give up, Then why did I try so hard! But I think that I know the answer. When I tried so hard, tried to impress, All I did was fail. But I didn't just fail, or not achieve a goal. No, instead, I lost myself. And, in losing myself, I lost you. _____________ I suck at poetry, am in an odd spot right now, and just needed to write something. Rip it up. |
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| -HAPPY FUN TIME- | So, you told me to check this out hours ago, and "rip it apart". And while I would love to do so, I'm not very good at assessing poetry. ...sorry. |
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