"he is
the image haunting
the other side of the picture frame,
the wind howling
against my window pane,
the fire burning
all of me to flames
he is the one
with so much more
while I am nothing
but a name"
- he is the boy that i will never be
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Delusional
Poetry"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
