My first attempt at poetry ever
Vacant Soul
im killing the me
that you claim to see
im killing the me
that wasnt meant to be
all that i touch
turns to dust
never find love
only lust
spent all my life
giving all that i am
only to find out
that i never became
ive been who you want
anything you feel
when you decide you are done
i cease to be real
I never became
I was never really born
Im a shell of a being
that no one will mourn
without a purpose
without a role
without a love
without a soul
by: "Seagypsy" 5/2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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