Turn away. Look ahead. Blurred.
Words trapped. Choked up.
Air. Can’t breath.
Chest heavy. Heart full.
Hurt. It's a feeling.
Hide in bed. Head on pillow.
Alone. You are alone.
No glory. It’s not romantic.
If you want to cry, just cry. And you cry.
Doesn’t stop. And you cry. And it hurts.
1 comment:
Cheer up, its not so bad.
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