thought i'd get beyond the swearing and the ranting and show you what i can actually do. so enjoy the fruits of pants labour .
i am a rock in the ocean
buffeted by the sea
i am a leaf
torn away from its branch
tossed in the wind
i am the memory
now forgotten
i am the tear
that fell unchecked down your cheek
i am the hurt
that you hide inside yourself
i am the scream
that is never heard
i am the soul
lost forever
i am the past
the dimming photograph in your mind
i am nothing
but a shadow on your heart
enjoy this tiny part of my soul
ladies and gentlemen the pants have again left the building
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