Promises Whispered


Did it really happen if
I can’t remember it?
Promises whispered in
The rain – washed away

Everyone I love leaves
I am a dream, undreamed
Pages never read again
My heart not broken
My tears not shed
My words unraveling softly

Nothing had begun
And nothing has ended
You make me feel of nothing
Slowly like a dying wind
Until nothings left

I am the only real
Everything of me
Nothing left of you
Did it really happen
If I can’t remember you?


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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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