Daniel Wittfoth Poems

Hands touching
face to face
shimmering moonlight
How can you describe
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I am cold
ice
From inside
out
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Found a photograph of you
torn at the edges
color faded from time
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It's not the tears
streaming down from your eyes
Maybe it's not exzctly
the sadness written on your face
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Blood pools on the floor
tryin' to push open the door
Don't really know
what tomorrow may hold
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That's what they all say
what makes you think
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Dysfunctional
caged from society
Solitude
forgotten
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Walking down this empty street
rain gently falling down
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I touch you-my friend
it takes my breath away
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I can still feel you
it's cold-haunting
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