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by TinyDancer46   Oct 31, 2014

An empty paper stares at me
It taunts as I delay
Stringing words together
That I never dared to say
It asks me how I dare to think
The things I still conceal
My choice to live in fantasies
When none of it was real
It marvels at my hidden life
And laughs at my despair
Reminding me of things I've lost
That weren't even there
It finds a way to bring me in
Then tosses me aside
Calling me a coward for
The things I choose to hide
And even when I finally write
These things I should have said
I cross out every single word
And leave them in my head


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  • 6 years ago

    by Hope

    I can relate, thank you for the write.

  • 7 years ago

    by Lost One

    This is like self inflicted writers block... putting them down and crossing them out. Lived this way for the last ten years and now they are staying on the page. Hell, I'm posting them online now!

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Been there done that. Love the write xx

  • 8 years ago

    by J Nair

    I love this poem, i have added it to my favourites.
    Your words are so apt, I have often come over such feelings but never been able to express them with so much clarity.

  • 8 years ago

    by Overrated

    Muse <3

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