Poems from Tabatha
I am missing you
When you are gone.
You've been gone for a while now,
And I see pictures of you here and there,
But sometimes I picture...
My mind is a scary place.
It is a place no one wishes to venture.
My mind is a place that I recede to.
My mind is my place.
No one knows...
Falling
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I am...
To me my writing is an escape:
To you, it is useless.
I write so I don't have to be in this world;
I write to escape.
I write of monsters...
The seasons of life are passing me by.
It seems like it was just yesterday
That I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to see you before...