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Its not calmness that’s fallen over me,
My muscles are still tight, tense
But rather a blankness.


A crisp white piece of paper,
Untarnished , untouched.


My mind isn’t clear but its blank,
My heart feels no emotion yet still I am uneasy.


A crisp new white piece of paper,
Unstained, unmoved.


I don’t know what has happened,
I feel confused yet comforted.


A crisp new white piece of paper
Unused, unabused.


I really should be screaming,
Crying, worrying, grieving.

Yet that suddenly stopped.





There I was,
A crisp new white piece of paper,
©2003-2009 ~moving-scenery
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The first of a series of poems, written shortly after splitting up with my long term boyfriend.

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:iconfifthsurvivor:
That's sad :( (Sad) but still very good :) (Smile)

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Don't wake up
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ohhhhhh sweetheart
well i think this poem is brilliant
the break between the last two lines is perfect
take care
suzi xxx
:iconoscarwilde:
very good. can i now go out with tom?
:iconsammy-jo:
nice poem

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leave me to live and then to die, not to die first and let me live not at all.
I don't create poetry I create myself for me my poems are a way to me.
EDITH SODERGRAN.

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July 15, 2003

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