There is a ball inside my chest
A heavy stone of pain
A swirling mix of loneliness
A yearning mixed with shame.
Your memories bump inside my head
A longing fills my brain
I feel so empty on the inside
Yet strangely full of clouds and rain
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Author:
Elle King (
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- Comment from author about the poem: To my first ever love at the age of 17. These feelings lingered for many many years and haunted me after a traumatic and terrible breakup. There will always be a part of my heart that loves him.
- Category: Sad
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