Becomings

Becomings

A Poem by sweet_empty_nothings
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My parentals.

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What has become of us?
Thrashing in darkness, reaching for any bit of light.
Of laughter.
Of....happiness.
But you, you block them from us.
You make sure we don't ever get to explore, get to discover.
Get to feel....ings are not available to us.
We get to search, you let us try.
But in the designated areas, the ones with nothing. Just mist...y eyes,
you never want to dry.
Not what has become of us, what has become of you?

© 2011 sweet_empty_nothings


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Added on May 6, 2011
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Im complicated. Im a dancer and i'm hopelessly in love with poetry. I have not yet found my passion but i hope to soon. more..

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