I am but an empty shell
a carcass of who I used to be.
Whatever is remaining of me
turns to dust under your feet
I was meant to disappear
never to be see or thought of again.
I burn like smoke,
rapid and accending.
You try to grasp me
but hands to slow,
you leap to touch me
a final time,
but your feet stay grounded
in another world I would have stayed,
we would have danced
looked at the stars on summer nights,
but this is now.
We are here.
You alone
me fresh in your mind
hoping that in another life
we get a better chance at what was ours.
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Laila Brown
Hey,my name is laila and I love to write. In resent years I have lost my passion for writing and reading but i'm hoping that I can rekindle my love and passion for it!Join me on my journey to opening the world of literature from a new view.
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On Being 17
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By Laila Brown6 years ago in Psyche
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