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Eyes have gone cold making a statement bold. 'Dont get near me. not if you want to continue to see.' Skin turned rough she appears tough. while melting inside No matter. the pain will hide greiving the loss agony clings like moss. with no give or sway smothering me through the day The ghosted hand on my back, I still crave it throught the lack. the caring touch of a friend, followed by words to mend. Music in all the time hiding my heart's grime. afraid of what you will find, hidden by the pattern I assigned. Face covered in a colorless mask, energy restraint is quite the task. Forbidden memories spill out of my eyes I wipe them away, giving off more lies. time wont wait for me, emotions can't be free. submerged in work, emotions can burke. Sitting silently on the bus at least the quiet is a plus. yet with that comes a con, a pained wail always on the dawn. Painting a smile on my face, spewing happy words to fill the silent space, perfoming for the crowd, with joyus lines avowed. A tear-stained pillow sits on my bed, Awaiting a new drowning from my head. Flowing words and tunes soothing and caressing my moods. Every sunrise brings hope, but by sunset Im struggling to cope. torturous day by tedious day, I retreat more, with less to say. eyes glued to a screen, the aleged dream of a teen not enought to muffle my screams haunting me in my dreams. Wake the next morning, let the mirror be my warning. I place the mask over my face, not leaving a trace. Coming home from the day, tatteres of my mind astray. Mask on still but worn, heart shattered and torn. I lie down to rest, Curled up in my soft nest. Safe, but alone Tears streaming, cover blown I fade out riddled with doubt. screaming a silent shout, acceping the blackout. ~Dreams take control ~As I let go

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Date: 4/22/2017 5:06:00 AM
Hi Elissa, Let the mirror be my warning,,one of so many lines pure genius , your old soul must be talking with you , great write:))) hugs from Ireland going your way
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Elissa Quigley
Date: 4/24/2017 2:18:00 PM
Thank you Niall. I appreciate the constructive feedback on my poems!!!! ~returning with hugs from USA

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