Poetry Blog by Em (ache)
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My parents laugh from the other room,
Their happiness makes me sad.
I wonder if they are aware
Of my broken heart
Or if they have ever experienced
An ache like mine.
His face is everywhere:
In a building with a million corridors
I can't ignore,
The feeling of a ghost
Lurking sore in the pathways of my mind
There is nothing to be said or done.
Wednesday 28th May 2014 12:48 am