Somehow, I’m drowning in a flood of your tears
Paralyzed by my fear to move in case I may disturb you
The anguish inside is too big to hide
Do ya think, its normal?
Do ya think, it's decent?
I slipped on my way into the kitchen
Carrying the eggshells you laid out for me
The brandish Idea occurred to me
Maybe I should make more trips,
Maybe if I could've been more careful?
Take a beat,
Collect receipts
Dive into the depths
We couldn't keep
Open, open open, WIDE
Open, open, open WIDE
It intrigues me to see thee, laid wide open.
Knife to the chest, now forever I can rest.
This is not a demo, nor a test,
Nobody needs wear a bulletproof vest.
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Author:
Sayjáy (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Literal or metaphorical there is distance here emotional distance. It may be taken various ways and is stark and dark. Nicely done
An interesting write that could be interpreted in various ways, has a very dark edge to it, nicely done
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