Thursday, February 16, 2012

From my old notepads - 2006 probably

You thrive, with two hearts
beating restlessly,
pumping out energy.
I lie here half-alive,
faded flickers of a life past
before my eyes,
that old empty void in my gaping chest.
While you grow wings that lift
you into the skies,
I remain down here, in the shadows,
decaying slowly.

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