Whispers of a poet's heart

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 They often asked what was bothering me Rarely did I hear what they’re saying When they saw me stop cold and stare I was simply locked into a moment Suddenly triggered by something In the air or just lying there in the silence Time steals me back to that place called- us Before it crumbled into broken trust Goosebumps erupt over my skin Maybe the world is coming to an end Has the sun fallen for the moon’s shadow? How could I know when I get like this? I don’t usually even realize Teardrops breaking from my eyes Or that my heart tries- escaping my chest Misbelieving you’ve returned to stay That you are sorry and want to change All I really know is there are fragments Of you and your essence at large and everlasting Admittedly, sometimes I don’t notice They have stopped…

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