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Looking Up

Whispers in the darkness
I still see your face
In the darkness of my ceiling
I’m so out of place
Because where I feel I belong
You ripped away
Your arms, that’s all I needed
We run out of things to say
And I realize
You stopped dreaming
I stopped caring
Now, there's just this ceiling
Baby, where'd you go?
I'm dying where it counts most
And I'm taking you with me

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On Friday July 7th, 2006, TwilightMelodies (1072) writes:

"I'm dying where it counts most/And I'm taking you with me" Shit...this blew chunks through my chest and left my heart vulnerably in the open for the world to rip apart. Wonderful rhyme scheme. ~*Beth*~

On Friday July 7th, 2006, BroKen-GlaSSHeArT (99) writes:

wow...this hit some note in me and it haunts with a sense of dajavue...love it.

On Friday July 7th, 2006, heart broken suicide (26) writes:

i thought i was the only one who saw faces in ceilings...i really like this poem

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