I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason.
It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing.
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010
I am there, but always unseen
No one knows I have been
Vanity stripped from my bones
I have a heart that nobody owns
Shadows surround me forever
I want to be with her, whatever
But I feel demons dragging me back
Leaving me destinied to their attack
Each time she never sees me here
Making these lonely tears appear
An invisible man to the blind eyes
Never touching, but he always tries