Staring at the ceiling I wonder,
Why am I still breathing?
My heart is broken,
I see all the pieces floating above me like stardust.
I feel a void, a black hole,
How can I fix it?
Sadly I remember no technology can mend a broken heart.
I will have to wait.
Wait until the thought of you will disappear from my memory.
Wait until my ears will cancel your laugh.
Wait until one day I will forget you.
Wait until my heart will be whole again.
- Authors: The Nanny (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: April 7th, 2022 21:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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