doll, on a shelf.
wrap my arms,around myself,
pretend they're yours.
heart skips a beat,
phone rings,
your name on the display.
answer with a smile,
pretend i'm ok,
there's no pain inside,
no part of me has died without you.
i promise.
we haven't got long,
an hour at most,
you have to go,
goodbye, baby.
wrap my arms,
around myself,
pretend they're yours.
weep for you,
for missing you.
feel my heart,
ripped from my chest,
held in your open palm.
look after it.
take it with you,
the gaping hole,
left empty.
without you,
there is emptiness,
but plenty of tears.
i do not belong to you,
yet i am your possession,
barely touched,
just sat on a shelf,
waiting for my turn.
every so often,
times do change.
i see you,
i feel you,
not for long.
time to go.
wrap my arms,
around myself,
pretend they are yours.
pretend they are yours.
pretend.
Poetry by TigerEyes
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Written on 2009-10-18 at 18:16
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