Unfinished Poem

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Um . . . Yeah. A guy I like doesn't know I exist. Even though we have several classes together and I have to explain a lot of things to him. But . . . I'm invisible, I've already proven the theory.

Unfinished Poem

It's like this feeling deep inside,
This yearning that consumes me,
A thing of the past,
And more of the present,
Something that hurts forever.

It's there like the pulsing of my heart,
Just something that can't be put on a shelf,
It's like a hole punched through your heart,
Nothing can fill it up,
Except the feel of his touch.

In ways, it's the only constant of life,
It's also the hardest to endure

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

StarDreamer’s Poems (24)

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What You Said 0
What I Have To Do 0
Can't Even See Me 0
Dance 0
Haunted Eyes 0
Unfinished Poem 0
You're NOT 0
Hurt 0
You Say 0
Little Girl 0
Don't Hold Back 2
If You Saw 2
Pushed Away 0
Misunderstood -2
Fade 0
I Won't 0
Little Girl 0
Don't Hold Back 0
Bottle It Up 1
Quiet 0
Her Smiles Don't Last 0
Night Creature 0
My Sister Always Told Me 0
Never Perfect Enough 0