Chapter 7 - Waste of Time
Submitted January 5, 2009 Updated April 29, 2009 Status Incomplete | I wouldn't call this poetry. More like the mindless ramblings of a confused teenage girl.
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Chapter 7 - Waste of Time
Chapter 7 - Waste of Time
I still wear the ring you gave me[br]
on a chain[br]
around my neck.[br]
All I have left of you.[br]
My memories left are like wisps of smoke[br]
rising up into the gray sky.[br]
Only there for a second and[br]
when I try to reach for them,[br]
they always evade my grasp.[br]
Even today as I clasp the ring in my fingers,[br]
I just can't remember.[br]
I seem to have already forgotten[br]
your name.[br]
Everything I slightly remember[br]
concerning you,[br]
is covered in shades of gray.[br]
Little mysteries that were once figured out,[br]
now lost in time.[br]
I would like to say that[br]
I miss you.[br]
But missing someone you[br]
don't even know, seems like a [br]
waste of time.[br]
on a chain[br]
around my neck.[br]
All I have left of you.[br]
My memories left are like wisps of smoke[br]
rising up into the gray sky.[br]
Only there for a second and[br]
when I try to reach for them,[br]
they always evade my grasp.[br]
Even today as I clasp the ring in my fingers,[br]
I just can't remember.[br]
I seem to have already forgotten[br]
your name.[br]
Everything I slightly remember[br]
concerning you,[br]
is covered in shades of gray.[br]
Little mysteries that were once figured out,[br]
now lost in time.[br]
I would like to say that[br]
I miss you.[br]
But missing someone you[br]
don't even know, seems like a [br]
waste of time.[br]
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