Her presence is noted
by the tremor in my chest
and the tears on my cheeks.
I crave this, despising myself.
Dropped, I cling to empty air,
caught in memories I want to make.
Why can't I let go?
I haven't written since whenever I last posted here. Not exaggerating. I think I've forgotten how to write, so don't get your expectations up. This is basically going to be the same as Mini Thoughts 08-09. Not much has changed xD
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Chapters: 6 - Words: 223 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 9/9/2011 - Published: 1/18/2011 - id: 2883311
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