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  Apr 2016 Brianna O'Dell
Life
I feel like I am diminishing
I am shriveling up
Not really dying
Just a whisper
Fading

I am a soft-spoken word
Like an escaped secret
Never able to return
To your lips
Not ever
Something seems off about this poem. I have been trying to wrap my head around it, but I can't. I think it is the ending, I want it to be powerful or give a different perspective to the poem. But I haven't found anything yet, so I have decided to stop thinking, and just post it.
Brianna O'Dell Apr 2016
When i look at you i feel my heart begin to beat again.
when we stare into each others eyes i feel like the whole world stops.
After awhile my brain starts to abuse my heart.
what is love?
what is lust?
getting paranoid by the same thing every night
lost in my own thoughts, i don't even know whats real anymore.
They say to follow your heart,
but they have no idea how other organs receive these feelings too.
my feelings for you is like a little kid winning the lottery ticket.
Holding onto something so valuable, something that you fantasies about, something so certain you lay all of your hopes on.
But in the Beginning their never was a lottery ticket
and you were never in love with the ticket you were only in love with the results.

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