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Poetry

ret5hd

(21,320 posts) Wed Dec 14, 2011, 12:00 AM Dec 2011

Something from before computers (i typed it on a typewriter, lost it, then found it recently)

Sometimes when I lie very still,
And it is silent and dark,
I can feel my heart beating.
Only then am I sure it is alive.
I am losing my soul and my youth,
And isolation has become a way of life.
I will never love you,
So keep your smiles and your passion to yourself.
For I would rather see the vacant stare of a prostitute
Or feel the cold heat of a drunken slut.
I am not lonely,
So do not ask to be a friend.
Just sit there and shut up,
And turn off the light.
I need to check my heart again.