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Nostalgia
she fell in love with the sound of
dying storms, and lost herself in
the blind spots accompanying her
every furtive glance
her downturned spine labeled her:
pitiful,
and her relentless divulging to
overcast skies defined her as
needy; but still she offered the
seeds of her pomegranate heart
to anyone willing to settle down
inside the breeze
and she was abandoned, long ago,
(once upon a time, no one cried)
by wolves with insipid fangs
and human eyes (her glittery irises
never quite belonged)
they discarded her when she asked if
self-delusions were a state of mind
and
she is poorly veiled, so see-through under
our cracke
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Piano
At night someone plays the piano in my living room
The song is mournful
And I hate it, the feelings it wakes in me
A stirring hunger
I find myself yearning for something
Nameless, resonating, the music echoes through
The house, like a warm memory
Haunting
Clinging to the empty hallways
There's a void inside my chest
Resembling the hands Of another soul
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I'm Nostalgia
I'm a piece to a puzzle
you don't play with anymore.
You left me on the shelf
in your old room to gather dust,
by your yearbook that I signed,
with love "don't ever change."
You've outgrown me-
like your letter jacket
that you used to let me wear.
Memories don't fit the way they used to...
The past has no place
in the present, anyway.
I understand.
I'm nostalgia,
and your future
is made of bigger things
than me.
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Very relatable. Nicely worded.