Dead Hand

esrathedumbies

I have never grown this cold

after you, everything feels old

I could never talk to you

you left whenever you screw

I tried to reach you,

knowing that I couldn't stand

now, you the dead hand

but you were my homeland

eyes filled with pure rain

it's like I'm chained to eternal pain

all the things you've said and done

are path for me to grow and run

and you were my loved one

losing you is my biggest regret

wish I didn't see you as a cruel threat

the more I get mad

the more I get sad

I couldn't learn how to be glad

you are a sinner in this terrene

If you weren't mean like you always been

I wouldn't chase after you

to be loved and seen

I cried out loud for days

hoping to see your harsh face

I waited for you to come back

but the only thing that I get

the blues of this lack

 

 

 

 

  • Author: esrathedumbies (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2024 10:42
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 5
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