This Morning.

ocumon

I cried this morning.
Emotionally draining,
Inwardly raining,
yet the pain never faded.

I know it's boring,
to keep the same echo,
instead of to let go,
but I want to grasp thorns.

I feel so malignant,
talking without her,
it was never about words,
but instead my unmovable eyes.

Could I tell you all this?
Just for a dramatic goodbye.
I wish it was all different.
I wish I could lie.

  • Author: ocumon (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2021 04:41
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 33
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