The ways I would change
Words I wanna say
All for a chance for you to stay
I cant beg you no more
It isn’t fair
My heart creeps out my chest
Through my mouth
And onto the floor
That singular tear down your cheek
“I’m sorry”
Whimpering it out like you mean it
Despair fills my lungs
My chest turns
Like a lock and your the key
Tightening a grip on what must be
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Author:
Zephen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2022 02:37
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Welcome to MPS, Zephen! That key sounds like it is locking that shutting door and the faint echo of the clicks are like the punctuation of finality. Hope is all well or at least getting there.
Well penned
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