No Name, Only Feelings
My heart would pound,
But there is no sound.
Sorrow filled eyes,
As I say my good-byes.
A mind filled of insanity,
No room for vanity.
But I always stare into the mirror
Looking for my interior.
What is it that he doesn't see?
Does he realize I'll always be me?
Just focus in deep and well,
It’s still me, can't he tell?
What's wrong with this scene?
It's meant to be serene.
He promised forever and always,
But time flies with lonely days.
No sound, but good-byes.
All insanity on the interior.
Can't see, can't tell.
This scene, of lonely days.
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