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cammy

Glass half empty

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Wed, 30 May 2007 at 06:58pm

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To say that you haven't been on my mind would be a lie and to say that I haven't lied to my mind would be you. I told my self you were gone, not coming back and my hollow eyes were there to prove it. So each word you said my head was swimming, desperate to uncover some kind of meaning buried. And each word you freely spoke of made my eyes swim with tears of hope and loss but the hollowness never left. So many nights I'd wake up and my bed would feel colder than ever Colder than it used to, because now you would never lay there. What doesn't remind me of you is nothing because you are my everything. And for once there are no words left in the world that have meaning. You, thats the only one. Every word and so many more define you.
Two others like this.
2007-05-30
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 2 plus votes, and 0 astars.
razzle_bedazzlez
2007-05-30

this brings back memories of my first love. so if i could double plus, i would. but for now, i can only give it one:D

bobman12
2007-06-01
I think I remember this. So this must be cammath.
bobman12
2007-08-24

I just now noticed, no one has claimed you. Even tho you have been here longer than me, I still get to claim you.

CLAIMED!

burning_sands
2008-01-17

i like all of this poem except the lines "So many nights I'd wake up and my bed would feel colder than ever/Colder than it used to, because now you would never lay there." perhaps b/c it's so tangible compared to this abstract prosetrish ranting.