Ten years past and the voices remain
reaching their tendrils into the
sunniest spot of the darkest, most toxic thoughts.
What if?
Faces flicker like summer's lightning bugs
nature's most realistic optical illusion
A chance that has hidden itself in
a plastic, flimsy permanence
What if...
Piercing eyes cut between all the lies
unearthing a life that was once haphazardly
tossed aside for death and annihilation
Sew it back together with all the chances
that once were lost and live once again
Be Brutally Honest, Loves
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Jordypoo I've missed you and your poetry.
I hope everything's alright m'love.
♥ ♥ ♥ 
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I didn't feel like this piece was finished. It's like you only scratched the surface of what you were trying to say. You've got a good beginning but I feel like there's so much waiting to be said. like in some magical movie where there's a secret world hovering under a door in the floor and one day it just starts pushing and glowing and finally bursts through the door. there's so much hushed energy floating behind your words.
also. I feel that the "what if"s are unnecessary. they're an awkward transition into the next stanza and since the poem is so short they don't create a good use of repetition.
glad to see you back babe :]
♥
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