I understand there is a problem
a hindrance beyond your eyes
I cannot hear your voice, it echoes
it's more than what my fear implies
These words, they dance along the walls now
before they finally come to me
you found a darker kind of dreaming
and I don't have the heart to see
There was a time I could remember
but that was so long ago
the past is nothing but a shadow
and I am nothing but its ghost
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Very nice.
Vastly more coherent than Tim's poems. Sorry Tim.
Hello Taylor.
You know, I read this and I feel like I know exactly what you're saying in the stanzas (so far, of course). But yet again, this whole thing is open to interpretation.
If this helps, and/or a random stranger's opinion matters in the slightest:
I like it a lot.
It's simple. It's pace is quick.
It doesn't have to mean anything...
...but it does.
.......creeeeepy.....
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