My shadows.
Anonymous darkness stalking me,
occasionally revealing themselves
to be not so anonymous.
My shadows.
Creeping silently behind me.
Refusing to leave me be.
Occasionally, they reach out to me.
I reach out to them, too.
That shadow, though, is a shadow of you,
And my helpless hand just slips right through.
Dear Danny, I hate you with all my might.... nope jk i love this poem with all my might lmeao its funny how we were just talking about this lmeao as i said your afraid of your own shadow but i still love you tho. love, Melissa Great poem by a more than great poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly electric Dan, this is amazing! Cheers!