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Poetry By: Murnit

Dont grow into my soul and leave me torn as you go.
Ask me when you are ready, and my answer will be yes.

Submitted:May 16, 2012    Reads: 154    Comments: 5    Likes: 5   

Dark as black, black as night,

is the part of me dying, without sight

Feeling you close, my eyes do not see

your unpresence a fading moonlight blinding me

Far into space beyond, you look dark; gone

stumbling over feelings, that we might belong

No pathway taking me to where you are

leaving me here, alone, to love from afar.

Slowly I sway to the melody sound

a sweet voice telling of true love found

Searching for your ghost to make this all bright

until then it stays dark as black, black as night.


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