Remnants typed on my iPod

I just whipped this up a few months ago. It’s not poetry, it isn’t really prose. It isnt really even that good. (Okay it’s terrible.)

But because I am direly failing at the BEDA concept (I’m what, FIVE days behind?) I figured I could post it.

Hell, I do it all the time otherwise!

On a side note, this is the first time I have updated my blog from an email. Hopefully it will work. If you are reading this, then it appears I had nothing to fear.

– N


I am nothing more than your shadow,
Your widow, your blind side.
The girl you will never see properly,
The way I wished you would.
Don’t threaten me with ignorance.
Don’t threaten me with cruelty.
Don’t threaten me with cool, calm deliverance into the arms of despair,
Because whatever you offer me,
I am sure to take it,
Because it came from you.



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