Always kind,
And soft spoken.
While imprisoned in the moment.
Through the glare,
On her glasses,
She unsheathes,
And she flourishes.
I don't miss her much at all...
Built inside her,
Since she was orphaned.
The tender age of six.
Alone and abandoned.
So I can't blame her.
Nor do I lose any respect.
She may be gone forever...
But she was my friend.
And I don't really miss her.
Not much at all.
Through the glare in her glasses,
Is the only way I see her.
Lashing out,
To a wireless receiver.
This isn't social network.
It's a virtual nightmare.
I remember the way, your soft face, glowed as the sun reflected off of the snow banks.
You made each night,
Just a little more bright.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
Always kind,
And soft spoken.
While imprisoned in the moment.
Through the glare,
On her glasses,
She unsheathes,
And she flourishes.
I don't miss her much at all...
Built inside her,
Since she was orphaned.
The tender age of six.
Alone and abandoned.
So I can't blame her.
Nor do I lose any respect.
She may be gone forever...
But she was my friend.
And I don't really miss her.
Not much at all.
Through the glare in her glasses,
Is the only way I see her.
Lashing out,
To a wireless receiver.
This isn't social network.
It's a virtual nightmare.
I remember the way, your soft face, glowed as the sun reflected off of the snow banks.
You made each night,
Just a little more bright.
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