Looking through a windowA Poem by Empty Soul This is what my life sometimes feels like... I look around, My friends play. They don't notice my presence, They don't know I'm there.
My hand against the window, Cold, sharp, frozen. It is nothing but nothing, My hand against the window.
The laughing cries are muffled, By the thick glass between us. I don't need to hear them, I can tell they're happier without me.
Silent tears tumble, Though no one sees them fall. To them, I am invisible, A something that never belonged. © 2012 Empty SoulAuthor's Note
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Added on February 4, 2012 Last Updated on February 4, 2012 Author
Empty SoulMilton Keynes, Buckinghamshire, United KingdomAboutHey guys! You might remember me from my old account. I was Bubblegum Bubbles! My new name was inspired by the wonderful Swift Silver Angel by the way so give her credit. I will try to add all my writi.. more..Writing
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