Reality
I'll never have the chance to share my passion with her.
We will never sing in harmony together
She will never be able to teach me what she taught herself.
I will never see her approval of my husband.
I will never hear her heart spoken.
I will never feel her gentle finger wipe away a tear.
The only sound I have of her is recorded.
The only visions of her are absent memories printed.
Captured by mind, polaroid pictures, tapes, and pure fantasy.
Why her?
Why me?
Why this?
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kellybelle_44
I am an aspiring Interior Designer and will be studying at The Art Institute in Charleston come August of 2013. I show an interest in choir, arts, and many more things, but poetry is an escape and a way for me to cope with suppressed emotions.
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