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Posted to Poetry and Politics

yes,ive seen it all before
when eager hearts become sore
acompanied by frozen tears
feeling well beyond their years
stolen waters replaced by steel
raped of inocence
losing the ability to feel
lost in love's demise
becoming someone u despised
ive seen it thru
shit, know it by heart
and ive come to the conclusion
that u never really part
he's already gone
but in my mind he's still next door
i try to walk away
but im always walking on his floor
he offered me a lie
and i accepted it as a dream
"why" i asked myself sometimes
"does my imagination have to be so mean?"