emily mackay Poems

Burns.

Lights on the ceiling
Shine throughout weak and strong
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Start.

Screams of empitness
A hollow echo mind
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A touch of echo
Empty inside air
Living through the broken peices
Not knowing what's there
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Sometimes happiness is around the conner
but too far for us to see
sometimes we need to reach and grab it
so we can be happy
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When you feel really empty
and have nothing more to fight
just place your head to the sky
and look into the night
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I no it seems long
and the pain lasts forever
but the person you have lost
isnt forgotten never
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